I sit here, alone - with thoughts of you, Sometimes confused - of what to do. My mind has doubts - I can't deny, So, I lay alone - alone to cry.
I feel my life - slip out of my hands I feel all the stumbles - between the stands. Tears drop down - after every blink So, I long for distraction - I'm too scared to think.
When you're here - and by my side I allow concentration - I no longer hide. But when Solitude approaches - and catches me here, I yearn for voices... for Silence, I fear...
I'm lost in the craving for conversation. Vulnerable to time - overwhelmed by sensation! I look to find - a bonding link. Afraid of my thoughts - too scared to think.
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