Loving You Is My Passion
Loving you is my passion. Is it yours? Loving me ?
Can I trust when the going gets rough, you don't get going?
Even if it sounds crazy, I don't want to let you go.
But you seem to be getting lost in that storm outside.
Come back to me, it's stormy out and I'm worried.
If you can't find me, I'll go to you.
I am standing right here in bright colours, I see you in you black.
As you spin in circles, you look so frightened.
I step closer, and closer.
You make every kind of silence, and I'm screaming.
Even if you don't hear me, I'm screaming for you.
You just keep standing there, in the cold snow.
I walk around you, and I'm baffled.
I keep trying to get you to look at me.
But you are somewhere else entirely.
Where are you?
Loving you is my passion.
But I'm not alive if I wait forever
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