Confusion in every thought
A life put on the line
One heart, recently broken.
One heart, recently found.
A new connection,
waiting to happen?
Or an old one,
waiting to be broken?
No light, leading which way.
No voice, calling your name.
No feeling, pulling you this way.
No heart, moving you that way.
Just stuck in the middle,
No which way to turn.
Just sitting there, waiting,
seeing which one will burn.
