Opia

...Right where it ends
 I don't really believe in love,
 I don't even know what that is,
 And they say it all starts when we feel our mothers breathing,
 Their chests move against our delicate bones
 And massage our way into life;
 But I never chose my mother;
 I never knew who she was,
 I was rather forced into this world by hers
 And my father's choice to have a child;
 I don't know what love is.
 And then I got attached to this family,
 To this house,
 To these entities,
 And I felt like I can't live without them.
 They had their own lives, their own rhythm, ambitions, fears and secrets,
 I was introduced to everything they are by what they chose to tell me,
 I built an image of them and worshiped it,
 I lived their moments and interacted with their choices.
 I had what they chose to give me,
 I knew what they chose to tell me,
 I don't know what love is.
 You might be wondering,
 Why I wrote this song?
 It's not a lullaby for the broken
 It's a breathless gasp
 From the depth of the weakest lung
 My nightmares, unspoken
 Oceans apart
 Don't you know from the start
 That I lied to you?
 But this bleeding heart
 Is not what you should fight...
 I took a vow to leave
 A verse upon your skin
 Sealed with tears of hope and fear
 The needle broke
 The ink was lost within
 Layers unclear
 Oceans apart
 Don't you know from the start
 I never lied to you
 But this bleeding heart
 Will never see the light...