Tortured souls get no love
No matter where they go
Hot, like an inflamed dove
Passion burns peaceful holes
They wander in the dark
Searching for those three words
Music to ears embark
It is not what they heard

Nothing ever goes planned
They are never noticed
Fallen right where they stand
Heart erupts, imploded
No-ones there to heal wounds
To pick up the pieces
They’re hated, we assume
Broken masterpieces

Never felt loving touch
Or whispers, parted lips
They do not ask for much
How will we survive this
Will there ever be one
Just one to call our own
We search until were done
Or our lives end, self blown

The ones we think we’ve found
Were nothing but sick lies
A trip we took around
Disguised to loving eyes
Were taken for a spin
Used for our belongings
Our hearts, they’ve tried to win
Coasted with bad tidings

Wander away my friends
We will find the white light
It’s better in the end
I promise, it’s alright.