listening to :
With Arms Wide Open by Creed

the heart is full of flames
that burns so bright
yet the arms are so very empty
as passion burns within
given to no one
these secret gifts i hold
within my soul
with no one to give then to
presents yet unwraped
come the break of day
i return to my bed
my darkened room that
protects me from the glare
of the sun
i crawl in my bed
between my sheets
and lay alone and think
though there is no protection
from theemptiness i feel
my life spins before me
circles of work , sleepless nights .
im being all alone
i sing songs to no one
i dream of something more ,
as i head out to the night time
i look back at the door
my home, my heart
all there and waiting
for the special someone
who will fill this vampyress
heart with love
and end these lonely days
yet the arms are so very empty
as passion burns within
given to no one
these secret gifts i hold
within my soul
with no one to give then to
presents yet unwraped
come the break of day
i return to my bed
my darkened room that
protects me from the glare
of the sun
i crawl in my bed
between my sheets
and lay alone and think
though there is no protection
from the
my life spins before me
circles of work , sleepless nights .
im being all alone
i sing songs to no one
i dream of something more ,
as i head out to the night time
i look back at the door
my home, my heart
all there and waiting
for the special someone
who will fill this vampyress
heart with love
and end these lonely days






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