I can feel my broken heart beating, I can’t help this fucked up feeling of despair. Wind blowing, smelling the beautiful air, Can’t erase your image, your graceful stare. When I feel lonely, I hide deep in my chamber, Doors and windows closed and locked, With no one holding the key, but me. I wish I can make a copy, So that you can visit me. Hidden from the world, Holding on tight to my fragile mind, With my body curled. If only I could show you my heart, To bring you closer, closer to my start, Where my lonely story began.