You don’t lay your eyes at me, when we pass each other.
I don’t know why I count on it.
It makes me disappointed. And it tires me out.
I feel obsessed and desperate.
I hate it,
and it scares me.
I’m desperately reaching out for love,
but nobody takes my hand.
Nobody walks by my side with eyes and soul filled with love.
I’m angry.
I see the pictures,
I hear about the love.
But I don’t feel it.

Push me away, pull me close.
It doesn't matter, cause the walls are made of fire,
and I just sorta figured we could go down in flames
Thinking about the things that I will never let happen
and maybe laugh a little, and cry a little
And regret that we ever let ourselves feel trapped