In order to get to sleep
I think of different things
I dream up many stories and plots
None of which can be contained
I wonder if we'll ever be
You wonder if you'll have true love
With you I feel complete
Yet you still cry out in blood
Why must you be so blind?
Why do I resist?
We constantly continue as if feelings don't exist
This burning fire, unholy desire
I can't get rid of it
But I love you just for you
Yet I can't seem to confess.
