Digging graves for thoughts I can't control... [Internal Conflict] My mind keeps building walls of reason Says "protect yourself from bleeding" But my heart screams through the static "Love is worth the feeling" Every thought becomes a coffin For the dreams I'm never living Mental funeral procession For the chances I'm not giving I'm the priest and I'm the mourner At this service for my soul Burying parts of who I could be 'Cause I'm terrified to lose control SHOULD I LET THE COFFIN OPEN? OR KEEP MY HEART FROZEN? Flowers growing on the graves Of the fears I used to feed In my mental garden now Love is all I'll ever need... No more funeral...
