Feelings Em Amure
Do you know what it ’ s like , To be loved ? To have no hatred , Towards this cold , cruel rock of a planet .
And how does it feel , To feel ? To have a heart , Unlike this cold , cruel rock in my chest , This bleak , unfeeling thing Growing heavier as my mind grows weaker still .
What ’ s it like , To see in colour , Not just black and white ? The chessboard of my life ; Planning every move , So I can finally get something right .