Fight me with every step
Push away with every breath
Denial is love's greatest curse
With no knowledge, there is no hurt

A brush of hands, a stolen look
Can't be taught, nor learnt from book
Hard to forget the mind's well-known
Hard to heal the stitches sewn

Scared of all the open wounds
So sure of an impending doom
Too much risk to cross that line
The heart does not believe these lies

Eventually all will fall below
Ride the highest highs and lowest lows
Don't run from what you can't resist
The further you go, the more it persists