• The barren wastelands of my heart
    conflict against your love
    unconscious to all your love my heart is
    like an envelope always sealed
    my spirit beckons for someone's
    help your relief is my pain the pressure
    of my life everyone eavesdropping
    in on me but all of me is
    intact regulation from everyone's
    mind my emotions are my weaknesses
    only bringing me pain and suffering
    negative thoughts going through
    my head I feel like a convict in
    a cell with two hundred locks
    my problem will never be
    solved your predictable in every
    move you make I guarantee you
    you will not succeed in this race for love
    and life I am just a pigment of
    your imagination.