It's not easy being stricken,
but your eyes get to me.
If I was behind bars in a prison,
your eyes would set me free.

Like deep pools of mud,
they make me feel *****.
But it's the thought of your love,
that scrubs me clean.

It's not easy being held down,
but your eyes drag me lower.
Let me show you a place called my heart,
your welcome to loiter.

I'll lock you up,
throw away the key.
I'm just so taken by you,
Won't you be taken by me?

I don't mean to sound greedy,
or needy,
I just need me
in sight of your eyes.

So drag me under,
just pull me under.
And don't you dare let go,
till I die.