--This cavity in my heart is hollow, empty.

Dances, prances, chances, romances.

Too much, too much.

Skipping, falling, crying, calling.

Too much, too much.

Flying, Trying, Speaking, sighing.

Too much, too much.

Wish, sobb, weep, mobs.

Too much, too much.

Hurrying, scurrying, rushing, worrying.

Too much, too much.

Too much, too much.

Too much, too much.

I can't stand in that place and just watch-

Silent as a fallen angel, quiet as a dead person.

My life no longer moves on to anything. I can't find the good in anything.

Nothing means anything without you here. Everything means nothing without your soft-spirit near.

I've come to the point where I'd have rather been given the choice of forgetting you or having physical sickness on a silver platter.

That would mean hope. That would mean promise-

If you were to be cast upon my sight, if just for one more moment.

Just hold me tonight, why can't you just hold me tonight? It's all that I need.

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You wanna scream....your desperate.