Senseless
I feel the hunger in your words
I taste the heartache in your smile
I'm the path that you are walking
Though it seems an endless mile
The fire burns in your eyes
I see the gilded hate
This path seems like darkness
And I arrived too late.
I hear the ocean's calling
I smell the salt of your tears
Now down the path I'm falling,
Where your lies become my fears.
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