Why is it that when I look at you
I am only given repetitive animosity?
Why is it that your eyes
Are always blank?
Could it be that there is sorrow inside you?
Could it be that you do not know?
Anger and sadness?
I wish I knew.
Your cold exterior chills me to the bone.
I want to look inside your soul.
Could you ever feel this way?
Or do you even have a soul?
These lines repeat in my head.
A never ending cycle of the life and death
That is my love for you.
Could you ever feel this way?
And as we sit in the darkness of this abyss,
Will you think of me?
Do you even know me?
Could there be a moment when you would want to?
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