Insides mixing up in death or glory
Until you know which heart will come to bare
Then let me know
What you thought of me, did you like my stories
Do I get the part
Black clouds paying out in silver linings, who'd've thought
Rebounding from the grave - a little more everyday
Will you care for me
I'm tired of being lonely
Sunlight breaking out on new horizons, from the dark
When all parts reflect the change it's a transitory gain