Some times I want to hear you,
are you the voice inside my head?
At other times I cannot touch you,
but you're in my bed.
The feelings I've found, the ones that were left behind,
bare, raw memories...
Like a dream...
Unconsciously living...
I have no desire to keep you,
still I have you, chained down and strapped inside my head.
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