 I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels. All I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal. Play and make believe, pretending that I'm true. Holding in my laugh as I say I love you. Say no more, I whisper in your ear. I say I love you, I will always be here. And though I often reminisce, I can't believe that I've found desire for true love floating around inside my soul because my soul is cold. Half of me deserves to be this way until I'm old. The other half needs affection and joy, the warmth created.