Filling a void with trash
And playing a dangerous game…
Trying to process the thoughts
That are crowding up my brain…

Will my heart be broken?
Or will your heart I break?
Am I just leading you on?
Is all that I am feeling fake?

This boredom consumes me
To an extent I wish not reveal…
I am not that evil, no,
This is most definitely real!

Or it is? Or am I?
Or am I just misled?
By this eternal sense of boredom
That is disrupting in my head?

Filling a void with a trash
And playing a dangerous game…
‘Playing with fire’ as they say
And I will only have myself to blame…