In the eyes of love,
we tear each other a part
until all that is left of us,
everything they were attracted too from the jump.
is fragmented
scattered in different roads
and haunting our dreams

Is it supposed to be like this?
Is this love or suffering?

I knew I'm in-love with you when I realized that the way I feel about is unconditional, there's nothing that you can say or do that will rid me from these feelings,

and you're watching me there, asking yourself all of sorts of questions,
and it feels so much like rejection
and you know I don't take rejections well.