A Plethora Of - For The Fallen Dreams

Your whole world has been torn apart from the start

Your whole world, your whole world…

You’re in my heart and in my head

A plethora of things that need to be said…

Does it make it alright to wish that you’re dead?

I feel it’s unsaid

Feelings unsaid

No one would care, no one would risk a thing for you, for you

This I swear, my dear, I fear it’s true

No one cares for you

I can see and feel it again, it’s taking me away

I don’t know what else to say, but I know what I have said