Sometimes .. what I say is just not heard … and I can’t change that.

The Bubble

If I opened my heart

And poured it all out

I wouldn’t be heard

Whether I whisper or shout

You can’t hear the truth,

           Only the words

And when they’re not believed

Then that really hurts

You can’t see the obvious

To that you’re blind

It is all to easy

But stuck in your mind

People can’t tell you

How to lead your own life

And sometimes reality

Will cut like a knife

You’ll create your own chances

You’ll make your own bed,

You’ll follow your heart

Instead of your head

But your heart will run dry

As hearts always do

And I hope what is left

Will satisfy you