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I can't help but think you're talking about me. I wish you wouldn't. Your words are full of Half smiles And Yesterday, Bleary eyes And Long ..

I was never sure, But this is What I dreamt A nightmare would Be like; (The rush Of air Before your Fist reaches Me) The beating of m..

Tears, shouting and fists on the door lull him to sleep. It’s the silence that wakes him. He jerks awake, falling to the floor his hands slap..

The future came So quickly, But I wasn't looking, What's it like? 'Cause I'm not really There - Here- Present. (Are you? I'm so confus..

Your eyes on a spoonDon't really see (Me) Your heart in her hands Can't really love (Me) Please don't surrender yourself - Your cold, rott..

I got seduced, Right along With you. Every game we Played Couldn't be Won, Not when I was Secretly On the other side. Or were you on mi..

Infinite sounds That you can't Hear, Smells and sights And tastes that You keep ignoring. Heights from which to Jump, And locked doors Thro..

We are anything, The beginning, We are the drop that Makes the ripples,We'll sink to the Bottom and never see The end result. And our child..

I'm on fire, But you can't burn me. I'm looking into your Eyes, Waiting for the fire to Ignite, Watching for that Moment when you Realise tha..