Surrender

I wanted to cry
But my tears were to thick
My hands touched the fresh skin upon my face
it was soft but dull like an old dolly

I'm scared to know the real Q&N
I want to love but it seems impossible with the debats that hang...

I'm not going to catch a butterfly when it seems that he'll b nor way found.
I'll be hurt for the sweetess time
hang up and fate to dry.
The cut is deep within
The sting intrust my veins

Going in love with this pain.