Stuck between staring at my own reflection or looking in to your eyes
Behins mine youll see a doubtful man, a lover and sensual soul with flaws and cracks that are kept together by only rusted nails and thim lines.
I hope to find clarity in you, an incentive to be better, may be behind your eyes lays God
But what if your eyes never focus on me?
What if I find the same things that kept me in this bed alone?
A reality I rather feel sooner than later
Dreams Im not sure I want to bloom true
And now I'm back to being stuck between my reflection and you
