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Here it comes that awful feeling again
Grinding me up inside, every time we touch

Can't you feel it? Something's wrong
May be not, I've been doing this so long.

Is my hidden rejection so imperceptible?
How cruel the father of this thought

You deserve a whole love not a portion
Tricks of fate never ending their distortion

I can't deny. I can't defend,
although the words remain unspoken.

Questions unanswered. Can't go there. Won't go there.
Lets just play along and pretend.

Alliances reinforced barriers kept high,
ignoring confessions or remorse.
A burning desire to spill choking pearls forth

A release, an absolution, a double guard on my watch
Yet, I sit alone in my vigil trusted with my weakness.

Let me speak of my demons, let me draw you close.
Call out and cuss the knowing and comfort me in your hold

Stay blind my fool if that's what you wish,
You desrve all the beautiful illusions you wish to create

The way you hush my lips as if you'd almost break;
Here it comes, that awful feeling again, grinding me up inside,
Every time we touch...