A symphony of sorts
It could be stolen, could be taught
It could be anything, in fallacy
A subtle seed infects you slowly
Incurable disease
You'll feel the pleasure start to cease
You'll feel it suddenly, the air it breathes
Overwhelms erroneously
Is it that you're scared? Too scared to ask?
To leave alone?
For someone, dear, to take you somewhere else?
To feel at home?
With silent eyes, too blind to see the smiles
Was it something that you wanted and asked for
Tried but denied
To laugh until we cry
Should I tie my hands behind my back, or reach out?
Darling would you ask me for, what you're asking for?
Darling what are you asking for?
A sense of senselessness, relief from doubt
Don't hide dear, from us dear, what's inside dear
For the same old fears will find us

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