"i can't let go of what's in front of me..."
it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
and usually, it's not you.
i can't even blame you, because you have no idea how i feel or how much it tears me apart that i can't have you.
what do i have to do to break you from your reverie and realise that i've been here forever, and will always be waiting?
should i give up? it's hard to do, given the circumstances.
pain and pleasure twisted together in a cruel whip of reality.
"so i lift my hands and pray to be only yours"
that night...was it a mistake, a game with our emotions hidden behind a smokescreen of mortal fatigue?
the memory is very much a nightmare tinged with love, or a dream tainted with pain...
"leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream." because it barely feels real.
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