Distorted
It's not easy,
to be this crazy.
with your pure soul tangled with mine
I lay, wondering...
The spark of your sight,
the warmth of your presence,
the joy of your touch,
the pain of your distance,
the agony of your incertitude,
the void of your presence,
all once again made me stone cold-
Was...
to be this crazy.
with your pure soul tangled with mine
I lay, wondering...
The spark of your sight,
the warmth of your presence,
the joy of your touch,
the pain of your distance,
the agony of your incertitude,
the void of your presence,
all once again made me stone cold-
Was...