Why can't these lonely eyes see you more?
Why can't they gaze longingly at yours?

Baby, why aren't your hands touching me at night?
Why aren't they gripping and holding me tight?

Why does my heart beat so fast when you're near?
Why, everywhere I go, do I wish you were here?

What did you do to do this to me?
How'd you get so close to sweep me off my feet?

How do I stop myself from getting too far gone?
How do I not dream of you from dusk until dawn?

How can I not want you every single day?
How is it, this man I barely know, can take my breath away?

Is it just because for so long I've gone without?
Or are you really a man worth writing about?

Am I good for you or are you bad for me?
Are we gonna keep this up until we can see?

What can I do to stop thinking of you?
Is that at all possible or do I even want to?

How do you make me smile when I only want to cry?
Are you playing with me or do you really want to try?

Why are these my only thoughts when you're away?
What is it about you that's got me acting this way?

Light in the darkness,
Yet darkness in the day.
Just the right kind of madness,
In the best and worst way.

Organized dysfunction,
Chaos within the calm.
Quiet sits upon my lips,
But my words are in my palm.

I cry when I'm happy,
And laugh when I'm sad.
I like you and I hate it,
For softly driving me mad.

I dream of you when I'm awake.
You're not who I thought I'd find.
Fascinated yet terrified,
You're the calm in my restless mind.

Hesitantly I reach out,
With my hands wide closed.
Carefully I observe,
Myself juxtaposed.

I am a prisoner,
without being confined.
I am a hostage,
Within my own mind.
No walls or wires,
No bricks to detain.
No bars or cuffs,
But still I'm in chains.
Thoughts of you,
Grip me tight.
Throughout the day,
Throughout the night.
I'm in solitary,
Alone as I wonder,
This punishment
I'm under.
You're not my punisher,
But rather my light.
Am I wrong,
Or am I right?
Are you my letter?
My glimpse of home?
Or just a dream,
Inside this dome?
I'm being held captive,
Inside my head.
My mind is racing,
But heavy as lead.
I wait for my freedom.
It's fleeting at best.
Only when you're near,
Is this prison at rest.