To the depth of my psyche
I was peeling away
Lying awake to the memory of your scent
Doing the things
I ignored to do you
Now I'm running from the person I lived for
Can't decide to talk on his face
Living upto the expectations
Which I withheld myself.
Or rather
Tear me away
From the pain of my past
And to teach me
To love me
For who I am
Let's love for each day
Talk all night
Remember the sights
I saw in you
The sights that enclose my heartflu
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Well well well this one is about losing oneself in love. One second wanting to be sane again and the other to be in your dearest's arms. People who once drowned in love will relate. They would want to be sane and loved at the same time. If only they fell for someone better.
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