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TOOL.
Fuck me to tears they we're amazing.
MCR can suck dick for not playing.
How his heart aches for mine.
My soul is wretched everytime his eyes lock with mine and the love, that deep everlasting love, is there.
I hear his soul reaching to mine but I cannot heed the call.
He wants my heart, but no, it belongs to another.
All he wants are those three simple words.
The truth of my feelings lies deep in my heart, with a few words, I break his heart.
How he feels and how he will always feel is said with no words spoken.
But a touch, a simple brush of fingers, an embrace, a look, a meeting of eyes, and I can feel his love radiate through.
His quiet is endearing, how he fights to hold it all in out of repect.
RESPECT.
Through his eyes I can see the battle he fights constantly within himself.
My heart breaks at the pain he faces.
I will cry no tears and relinquish the control I have over my emotions.
But he is peaceful now.
Still and asleep in my bed.
Dreaming, perhaps of me and the life we will never share.
He reaches out in his sleep, searching for me.
The warmth and comfort of my bed beckons, but I cannot give in.
I cannot bear the closeness of his body next to mine.
Its not fair to let him hold me in his sleep when the man I love is sleeping somewhere else.
But I cannot wake him and rob him of his peaceful state.
So I will leave him to his dreams, for reality is too harsh.
Let him have his solace in a world where he may have whatever his heart desires, including me.
For when he wakes the truth will set in and again I will be faced with quiet endearments that slowly break my heart.
Fuck me to tears they we're amazing.
MCR can suck dick for not playing.
How his heart aches for mine.
My soul is wretched everytime his eyes lock with mine and the love, that deep everlasting love, is there.
I hear his soul reaching to mine but I cannot heed the call.
He wants my heart, but no, it belongs to another.
All he wants are those three simple words.
The truth of my feelings lies deep in my heart, with a few words, I break his heart.
How he feels and how he will always feel is said with no words spoken.
But a touch, a simple brush of fingers, an embrace, a look, a meeting of eyes, and I can feel his love radiate through.
His quiet is endearing, how he fights to hold it all in out of repect.
RESPECT.
Through his eyes I can see the battle he fights constantly within himself.
My heart breaks at the pain he faces.
I will cry no tears and relinquish the control I have over my emotions.
But he is peaceful now.
Still and asleep in my bed.
Dreaming, perhaps of me and the life we will never share.
He reaches out in his sleep, searching for me.
The warmth and comfort of my bed beckons, but I cannot give in.
I cannot bear the closeness of his body next to mine.
Its not fair to let him hold me in his sleep when the man I love is sleeping somewhere else.
But I cannot wake him and rob him of his peaceful state.
So I will leave him to his dreams, for reality is too harsh.
Let him have his solace in a world where he may have whatever his heart desires, including me.
For when he wakes the truth will set in and again I will be faced with quiet endearments that slowly break my heart.