Analysis

As I present myself to you As I walk away askew May I ask some questions too? To make these vivid flames anew? Sun doesn't rise anymore Guilty conscience to endure My tears despicable to their allure I find myself only wanting more You may find me, but you will only drain In these ashes of past, I go insane May you notice the shedding of the mane These black scars are dropped, merely to obtain. You may find yourself wishing to flirt You may find yourself feeling the alert To which I answer with comfort above To which I answer with plastic love You may notice a pattern in this You may notice a pattern in bliss But the fake reality could be real But the love isn't what I really feel Love? What's love but me to you? Love? What's love but your eyes in view? Maybe I do feel this way But when I'm alone it's hard to say I need an answer, do you hear? I need no answer, time comes near My uncertainty has washed away It's time to decide if you want to stay. A murder of crows whispering manevolence A flock of doves whispering benevolence I love you girl, it just took some time I finally hear the bells chime Because I realized what this is Because there is a pattern in this Because there is a pattern in bliss I have now completed my analysis I'll hold you tight for the rest of your light Knowing your love was in this plight.