Have you ever felt like no place is home yet it feels somehow familiar?

Did you ever thought you'd love two souls in the same way at the same time?

How can it be? I keep asking myself...

Cause, I cannot share, but have enough to be shared...

Am I a hipocrite or a liar, am I fake or destined to wander my whole life with no love just joy of desire and pleasure?

Who am I to joudge you?

Who are you to joudge me?

How do you know what it feels like to be me?

 inside this skin covered with thorns, there is a heart bleeding, a child crying, an old woman weeping with a hand layed out for someone to save her.

And isn't it a blessing to have a two hands reaching for you to save you?

Would you, could you pick just one?

With an open heart you can't.

Even if you don't believe in it someday you wake up stuck in between.