Past becomes present
A lost memory is found
That unfolds a deeper craving from within
A gaze we fear to give
Not even our bodies are allowed to meet
So again we starve ourselves from this tasteful meal
We try to hide like darkness in the night
Nothing can replace
Nothing can gravitate
The lies we let them taste
Tell me when will we admit defeat?
For no more can we fight to even play such a game out of sight.
© Sammy