To you.

How am I supposed to feel?
I can barely believe our past is real

nothing matters when I talk to you
even with the choices you've made
I can only remember the things that you do
I think its my soul that mostly paid

Some times I wonder
about what to think
Is this really a blunder?
I can't find the link

I continue to search
for the spark for the fire

It would seem that towards you
my brain is hopeful
while my heart is the lair.