Wrong, wrong, wrong the mind was screaming at the heart,
The heart was in despair for it thought it was true love,
Blinded by the facts the heartache it was put through,
A soul in turmoil trying to calm the storm,
Who was ruling who, the heart or the mind,
The mind slammed the thought of true love as the heart had been hurt before,
Slam the thought before the heart could hurt anymore,
The body still lay on the floor a caricature of a vision seen before,
With that butterfly sensation like never before,



