Darkness surrounding, my eyes don’t look for you.
Haze of a feeling, hiding amongst us is truth.
Take this water; let it burn us, until we fall down to sleep,
Cut my tongue and my throat, unable to speak.
A life of such inaptness, when I cannot adjust,
Is a torture that I’m finding, I’m falling in love.
A heart that is aching can be content with its pain,
When my eyes are able to look upon your face.
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