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And I was thinking about her. The smell of her perfume in the wind. The way she lets her hair down. The way she smiles. She doesn't know it, but I am craving to just be with her every day of my life. I would give anything to be with her. God, everything about her is perfect. I want to get to know her. I want to be with her. But who am I? How can I compete? Look at all the guys around me. They dominate compared to me. Outgoing. Funny. Where am I? Being shy certainly doesn't help. At least on first impressions. It takes me a while. To get there. And we feel like we're just being ignored from above. Who is this Guy anyways? Does he know what he's doing to me? And then I look out my window, and it seems like a distance. A distance that is unreachable. This girl, so far away, doesn't even see me. Where am I? I am but an extravigant sideshow. Second stage. Back up. Sidekick. Runner up. But, where am I? What happened to the ability to pull it off? To fight, to live, to win. Is there any more? Can we actually do something like that? The question is really, why try? May be pessimistic... But what's the point of not being pessimistic? A God told me today, there is scientific evidence that proves theories wrong. Theories that I believed in. But I'm scared. This could make or break my faith. Wait. Faith? But how can one such as myself have faith? Where am I? Faith is such a beauty. I truly treasure people who have the ability to have blind faith. But, do I? Not to sound hypocritical but, is it really an accomplishment? Can we find it within ourselves to believe in it? If so, then where am I? I've hit a wall. I tried to fucking climb but hell. I'm done for, fried. I'm just going to waste away there, empty, and alone (emo sarcasm, a few of you know the joke haha). Blind faith...in love? In this girl? Should I? But I don't understand where it will take me. Risk all. But it's not that important, is it? Why risk then? Goddamnit I'm done, the sad thing is, there isn't.
i know i'll never feel you
i know i'll never get so close to you
that i can't smell anything else
i know that it is raining
and i know that the rain will soak you through
and leave you like the tattered sky
i know i go in circles
i know the window panes
bring only rain
and not, your face
sometimes i picture all your fingers
sometimes they're crawling down my spine
sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
sometimes you fall but you're still high
i know i go in circles
and i know the window pain
bring only rain
and not, your face
i know i'll never feel you
i know i'll never get so close to you
that i can't smell anything else
i know that it is raining
and i know that the rain will soak you through
and leave you like the tattered sky
i know i go in circles
i know the window panes
bring only rain
and not, your face
sometimes i picture all your fingers
sometimes they're crawling down my spine
sometimes they're buttoning your jacket
sometimes you fall but you're still high
i know i go in circles
and i know the window pain
bring only rain
and not, your face