Tell me what to do When all of the places I have travelled to And all the people I cried to Made me realized No one can touch my soul like you do. Tell me what to do When my summer has turned into an endless winter, My days are as empty as the old castles in North Yorkshire, My fingers bleed as I tried to remove the dagger And my insufferable pain turned into anger. But then again Tell me what to do Tell me how not to break my own heart, Tell me how not to hurt myself for wanting something pure For wanting someone to keep me warm When all of these times the only warmth I felt Was when I burned the house that I left. Still, tell me what to do, When the clouds start shifting, No shadow of you nor his, And I can feel my heart stop beating, For the people I loved, for the life that I have lived. -miss white horse