If I showed you the real me would it still be the same?
Explained Ive got a gun, but I've got no aim?
No violence or love, just my conscience as a token.
That its not my fault my compass is broken.
I cant feel what you feel, but why cant I pretend?
I know that I would, though the message wont send.
That I would love you and hold you and never wish us to part.
Is it really my fault that my hearts just a heart?
If I could love anyone I would still love you more.
But my minds just a room with a lock on the door.