Sometimes, when I find it hard
to breath, and the world around me slows,
and my mind dims the lights, i feel afraid.
Scared, because I don’t know whats going on.
When I get used to it, it still scares me,
but soon enough this feeling reveals itself.
It’s love I’m surrounded by and it’s everywhere.
It fills me, it blinds me, it lets me see the truth.
It teases me, it touches me, it makes me
feel so good.
I let it do these things in hopes of something more.
Maybe it’ll stay, maybe it’ll close the door
behind it as it lets itself in, and it will be
with me for a while, and stay with me till the end.