When I think of you is it with eyes that mist?
When I think of you is it with awe?
Or is it that I think of you with a clenched fist
And my teeth grinding an angry jaw

When I think of you, is it with love?
When imagining you, is it hate?
Do I see you like a rose in a fisted glove?
Do I say to myself, it’s always too late?

Do I think of my feelings and think because?
Do I feel these things with ease?
Do I get angry for what was?
and for how I tried to please

I’ll tell you how I think, I’ll speak
I’ll let you see my light
I think of you as sadness leaks
Through my mind each night

The twisted mind is how I think
My secret safe inside
No one sees my body sink
I have a place to hide

The more I see what I can’t hear
The longing fills my soul
So please, its you, I can’t be near
I need to change my goal

I wish things to be owned by me
And I own my thoughts so true
So leave me, to my misery
That I can’t belong to you

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