This contact longing for your truth.
This bitter ocean of hatred and pain.
This loneliness I breath. . . to be who I am?
Somebody take away the gift of mine.
No charisma for the beast.
I can't stand your gaze apon mine.
Yet still I long for it.
Your eyes of gracious blue see only the cold dark pits of mine.
But still I love you.
And you only see what I'm trully not.
This bitter ocean of hatred and pain.
This loneliness I breath. . . to be who I am?
Somebody take away the gift of mine.
No charisma for the beast.
I can't stand your gaze apon mine.
Yet still I long for it.
Your eyes of gracious blue see only the cold dark pits of mine.
But still I love you.
And you only see what I'm trully not.
