opening my eyes on a dream (this fantasy is all so real).

it has become like an infection of the heart. 

counting the days 

and being normal. 

it's like telling a well trained fighter to stop fighting. 

you're telling a heart to stop loving 

a mind to stop feeling 

a mouth to stop expressing the things that 

are sewn into her soul and body. 

you can never be to weak to hug 

or to strong to shed tears. 

every little bit counts, 

and i'm counting on the little bits.