the sound of footsteps i dont know.
the footsteps on my heart, on and off they go.
In and out, up and down,
they come from all different directions.
The joy they bring passes with the grief of their deceptions.
Every time is different than the last, though the feelings they bring are the same.
The love they express i soon doubt, for isn't love a game?
The same question they bring is "how long will this last?", but of coarse only time knows.
Then the true intent of their presence, on my heart it shows.
the walls go up and the pain begins, around this circle i go.
swearing this one was the last, that will ever hurt me so.
Third time's the charm they say, but it doesn't stop the war.
A war that happens inside me, on the grounds of my heart, and oh the gore.
the gore of my insides fighting to know what to do
but now i'm watching, waiting for the drop of the other shoe.
I'm wondering if these foot steps will be the ones to stay,
or if i should even give them the chance too try.
But its too late, i feel myself falling, falling, falling... into this unknown sky.
where too? back in that circle
the circle of unknown footsteps on my heart.