is it me?
is it me, or just a comforting presence
one that wont look at you wrong,
a fear of feeling i may never be more than you wanted me to be
a wild feeling, one i cant escape
are you a feeling, or true comfort
security, safety, and seamless satire
who am i, who am i to say i love you
is it my body's decision, or my minds?
when i see your face, i draw a blank
it doesn't feel like love, it feels like comfort
who are you, to say you love me
am i a feeling, or true love
do you love me the way i love you,
have i left you questioning the comfort as you've left me?
will i ever end it,
this long, drawn out ending,
where i die, you cry, these feelings remain
who are you, really
i've never felt this care, but is it yours?
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