I look for your kiss, but I know it's a miss.
Misconceptions rule my life, slice my love ones in two.
Give me something to control, something to hold on tight to.
Right and wrong, I'm always in the wrong.
I cannot prevent you from hurting me, stealing me away.
Away, on a foreign island, an exoctic place, far from my real self.
Self destruct, that's what I'll do without your touch.
What hold do you have on me?
The spell must be broken, the curse at it's final end.
The end, how will it be?
Will I soar above the trees?
Or crawl under the sea and find the depths of horror awaiting?
Love, there has to be some left for me.
Hold me, cradle me in your arms, til I am strong again.
Playful legs, age far away, not among us yet.
That's where I want to stay, to live, to be safe.
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