i fear reality. i think she has the knife to kill me.
and the ones like me survive on the slightest glimmer of hope.
led on to adore by terms of endearment and strangled by the absence of her touch.
trapped by her leads i will scream to the wire.
the connection is lost. ignoring my instinct to inquiry.
even fools pity me. whispers of a dying romance.
hush...girl don't speak. tonight i wanna live on how you might feel.