I thought it was enough. Coping with a mended heart. Every step it’s a choice and it shows your path. Step by step you keep on walking; you stop, the road is cut. I dreamed with music and colors, had nightmeares that made me cry. I saw myself in love, brave and strong never to fear again. I trust no more and love no less. I made my choices, it’s me I blame. Lost are the dreams of days to come. I walk, I sit, well nothing changed. So hard to handle a complex mind, so pointless fighting a broken heart. In your words is your story, in your thoughts your true self.