In the dead of the night
I crawl into my bed of sorrows
All the shadows in my room cascades beautifully with harmony
And on my knees I lay out my lamentations
Emptying my heart of all it's affliction
I'm always thinking of you
to the point of obsession
And when it rains
I'd clothe you with my hair for shielding
But even so,
your heart remains unyielding
You're heart of stone fails to intimidate
Because everyday I'm like a beggar on the street
Not asking for scraps, but asking for droplets of your love
Not from the world, but none other than you
When you whine, I weep
When you jump, I leap
I don't want to miss a beat
But regardless of all my efforts,
it gets harder to keep you within arms reach
My tears fog my vision, And it gets harder to see
The image of you gets blurry, when you turn to leave
My legs begin to move, at the sound of your feet
If I were led to a ledge
You wouldn't attempt to intervene
Because I'm your bloodsucking leech
Who likes to make a scene
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G E M I N I
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