What happens when I spill my heart on a page? I watch my words flow away then, my feelings lie on the page alone. They're waiting for someone who cares to read them. To open their eyes to see them and to see if they can make his thoughts their own. To find out that maybe your life's not perfect, and maybe it's not worth what I give away. You can see that my broken soul is bleeding, so you concede your feelings inside yourself, and wander through my heart. Letting you see through me, now only consumes me. Forget your pain, watch me fall apart.