Are these false accusations which my mind produces fiction or candid?

As my mentality creates fatality of our fling
Maybe it’s just a thing in your eyes

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Is it dying?

I’m only trying
sometimes crying
are you lying?
(sighing)

perhaps my intellect is not manipulating
I wish it was sedating
maybe i am in needen’ of deaden

I adore you not love you
Do you abhor me?
I can’t see
i’m blind
no sight
i’m in a fright for our relations
apprehensive to lose you
i swear i’m not possessive
You just make me feel lucky
All i want is to make this progressive