glad that it only seems to apply to me.

glad that nothing has actually change over the years

glad im just not included

ha, yeah right.

They all say, 
'I'm sorry boy, you shouldn't fly with her kind.
They found a way out of God's love.'

why do i even bother.

I want to be the heart.

I'm so sick of being expendable

You're the head, I'm so far

Away

And my actions just don't hold

I just want You to notice me

But I don't want you to notice me

Not always

I'm not ready to be that.

What I am isn't Your heart

But I know I'm in it.

Always

I want to be the heart

These words, just crooked lines.

Wrote out in a mess, some intertwined

And we put so much meaning

In what these crooked lines mean.

But in all reality, these words,

Nothing.

And the writer the same.

It's about the Writer who writes the man

That puts so much faith in these crooked lines

When that Writer knows,

All that really matters is "I am"

and that I am not.

i don't feel close at all anymore.

We all deserve something

I would love it if i wasn't last rung on this damned ladder.