The darkness he brings
is only sickness
or could it be eternal bliss
I'm trapped in this internal mess
I don't know if I need to get out of this
Is this reality's test?
A foreign quest
To find out like the rest?
The truth among reality
Not just insanity
I need all this longing
to feel worth something
This can't be just vanity
The illness questions chemistry
While I run from everything
That could be good for me
Or is this protecting
A heart that needs defending
Oh, man I need this to be a good ending
not another breaking
My heart could never stand the quaking
of the truth this mess will bring
It could utterly destroy my living
and anything left for giving.
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