Disarray truly strikes my centers
White and dark
Singles and dimes
I could light your obscurity however I'm frightened to kick the bucket
Frightened?
More like devastated
At a point I'm so sure
Sure of what I maintain that this should be
And afterward I mess everything up
Thinking what precisely am I doing
Perhaps I shouldn't set rules
Since trust me I generally break them
Pull down my own walls and contemplating whether the individual behind the scene is genuine
I'm terrified
Indeed I'm
Of being harmed
Of the relative multitude of good and awful things
The things that could go good and bad
Yet, unexpectedly when I'm with you I don't believe the second should pass
Do I fall too aimlessly or I simply make myself accessible for advantage
This isn't an inclination
It's nothing similar to that
Simply clear
Vacancy
Outright void
Leaves me inquiring as to whether you'll come over on the off chance that the world was finishing
It resembles nothing I've at any point felt
Imagine a scenario in which this isn't correct
Consider the possibility that every one of the walls I've fabricated and fell mount facing me
Furious at the waste I at last make them to be
I truly don't need this
I truly don't need love yet I'm back to the spot I started and this time nothing is crawling up at me
I went in for it
I put myself in this soil
Furthermore, I truly believe that it should end as of now
However, another part feels a street has previously been set
Who knows perhaps this adoration won't be the standard one I know
With butterflies and chills
What's more, On the off chance that this one also will battle for me, who am I?
I realize the time isn't correct and my season isn't expected
Consider the possibility that I lay this to the side
With at least some expectations of a friend in need and destiny
A similar destiny I know came through for other people
The thing is I would rather not love however it generally tracks down me in a strange manner
Out of the blue
It simply gets together around me and warms into my being
Causes me to pine for things I need you don't have anything to manage and in the end leaves me in frantic
In adoration and sat-naved
Falling and distending terrible
Content with little shades of dim
blended feelings
Faithful pride
Delightful soul with unfulfilled expectations
In the event that this is the manner by which I'm intended to be, the last individual to completely get me would have been gifted in camouflaged
What's more, on the off chance that the idiom is valid
Then, at that point, it will take a man that tracks down my producer to track down me
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