Heaven, a gateway, I hope. Just like the feeling inside, it's no joke. And though it hurts me to treat you this way. Betrayed by words I'd never heard, too hard to say.
How does it feel. To treat me like you do?. When you've laid your hands upon me. And told me who you are. I thought I was mistaken. I thought I heard your words.
Every time I think of you. I feel a shot right through into a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find. Living a life that I can't leave behind.