Was I born to love
Or is it just an illusion
I want to be touched
And when that comes
I drown in a sea of confusion.
Who am I, what do I want?
Only questions seem to appear.
Where is the love I thought was mine?
They are only memories in the dawn
I want…I don’t get
They want…I can’t give.
Will the right paths ever cross
To cover my soul
like early morning
moss
I sit and wait, afraid
NO action
Getting no satisfaction
I want what I want
And look for distractions
For self destruction
Was I born to love
Or is it only an illusion
I sit and wait
And find disillusion
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