Who is it that can understand
when things take form in shadows
when there's nowhere to turn to
how can you mangle
the distance that you've traveled
when sleepless nights die to blanket your eyes
is it for a lifetime alone
I can remember when I first saw you
the very essence I've longed
captured on a night of reminiscence
when your heart fell against my fear
lost and unknown while never to the light
have I ever appeared
masses of ocean abided us
like a million beautiful something's
I wonder now what you think of me
whether your thoughts have turned into nothing
when there's nowhere to turn to
how can you mangle
the distance that you've traveled
when sleepless nights die to blanket your eyes
is it for a lifetime alone
I can remember when I first saw you
the very essence I've longed
captured on a night of reminiscence
when your heart fell against my fear
lost and unknown while never to the light
have I ever appeared
masses of ocean abided us
like a million beautiful something's
I wonder now what you think of me
whether your thoughts have turned into nothing
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