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At a glance I see my chance 
To get another look at you
Supposing I do, then what…..

Another stab, my eye punctured and leaking
Salt…..into the pool, drowned

I can't stop it, the thoughts I feel
I dream, I cry, why can't I die
At least then it ends, suspended life/death

I am tapped to the point, I want to collapse
Passive glaze now, I can only think, not well
Since time has passed the point, I can't go back to you

And still I pretend, I want to win
To just have a little piece of my yearning heart fulfilled 

I hate inside the twisting mind that makes us all
I need to turn off, I need to stop
And then I want to dream of you