Everything I touch dies Everything I see fades away Everything I smell chokes me Everything I hear hurts me Everything I love . . . doesn't exist. Lately, I've been alone.
There is zero emotion in your eyes But the way we cuddle, makes my heart warm. But When I think of loving you - my heart ceases to beat, I realise I am only here because I'm scared to be alone, scared to love. And so are you.
But it isn't perfect It hurts like hell It is what is necessary He needs it this way But it still hurts Everything else hurts more though So it is what it is I feel safe. Despite the lump in my throat... I know that I am loved. I don't want someone else I don't want the touch of a stranger I just want to be enough. For once in my life