Every single day, all day
there's an unfilled void beside me.
I know what's meant to fill it
and I know who it's meant to be,
but you're down there,
which is far too far to feel,
and I'm up here,
any touch that is real.
Because I can bend the rules
and twist the lines
I would do anything
to be by your side.
But the aching pain
it won't go away
because I know the hand in that gap
I know way to lay across your lap.
But we can't
Because you're down there
and I'm up here.
And I've only met a few who care.
Who know the pain, the torture
the anguish that I feel
for hours are merely numbers
and our feelings are what is real.
For there's the gaping hole in my chest
to which you hold the key
to unlock what's inside
and find the truth inside me.
I love you like purple loves red.
They go together so well
but are on opposite ends
and if they do see each other, only time will tell.
If you know how I feel, I'm sorry. I felt a lump in my throat writing that.
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