Feel © Louise Gloor, 2009

Wait for your reasons, thinking hard about mine
Hope for some answers,
But still afraid of what I'll find
WIth my heart out in my hands I just stare
And I start to question why
The beginning comes to mind in the end
Makes you wonder sometimes

Is this real? Is this really how you feel?
Am I nothing more than regret
On a downward-sloaping hill?
Is this real? Is there nothing left to say?
Were we really just a mistake
Cast along a stony way?

Composure breaking, I'm thinking it's about time
My head is spinning round,
It's been filled with all your lies
My heart is aching, had my hopes held up so high.
But with the truth I am no longer waiting
I can move on and be fine.

Is this real? Is this really how you feel?
Am I nothing more than regret
On a downward-sloaping hill?
Is this real? Is there nothing left to say?
Were we really just a mistake
Cast along a stony way? (less info)