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"Oh sweet angel of mercy, with your grace like the morning,
Wrap your loving arms around me."
I can't sleep and yet at the same time the nightmare won't end.
I close my eyes and yet what was an image of perfection never leaves my mind.
I un-check all the special songs before I hit play and yet our soundtrack echoes in my ears.
I hide the letters in a box and bury it under my bed and yet they dance through my head.
I drive around to try and forget and yet I always end up at a place I consider special.
I hug my pillow at night and yet I still feel the warmth of love in my arms.
I kiss my mom goodnight and yet I long for my lips to brush the lips of grace for just a second.
I try so hard to run away as fast as I can and never look back and yet I can't escape, not yet at least.
Have you forgotten how this all feels, or have you found someone that truely bests me in every way?
In that case, why do you get to escape and yet I'm stuck in Love's Purgatory?
Well, at least one of us get to be all happy and excited for the moment.
Right?
But don't worry, I plan on joining you there sometime soon.
My life has turned into a chick flick, you know that one with the poem that ends like this, "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
'Cept here's the catch, I like the ending in the movie alot better.
Release me from your spell. I've had enough. I want out now.
"Oh sweet angel of mercy, with your grace like the morning,
Wrap your loving arms around me."
Wrap your loving arms around me."
I can't sleep and yet at the same time the nightmare won't end.
I close my eyes and yet what was an image of perfection never leaves my mind.
I un-check all the special songs before I hit play and yet our soundtrack echoes in my ears.
I hide the letters in a box and bury it under my bed and yet they dance through my head.
I drive around to try and forget and yet I always end up at a place I consider special.
I hug my pillow at night and yet I still feel the warmth of love in my arms.
I kiss my mom goodnight and yet I long for my lips to brush the lips of grace for just a second.
I try so hard to run away as fast as I can and never look back and yet I can't escape, not yet at least.
Have you forgotten how this all feels, or have you found someone that truely bests me in every way?
In that case, why do you get to escape and yet I'm stuck in Love's Purgatory?
Well, at least one of us get to be all happy and excited for the moment.
Right?
But don't worry, I plan on joining you there sometime soon.
My life has turned into a chick flick, you know that one with the poem that ends like this, "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
'Cept here's the catch, I like the ending in the movie alot better.
Release me from your spell. I've had enough. I want out now.
"Oh sweet angel of mercy, with your grace like the morning,
Wrap your loving arms around me."