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It's taking shape now, so vividly.
My fragile frame is aged and worn
and I don't need to be afraid.
I'm so tired, and so numb.
Do you exist? I'll find you when I'm sure.

Sometimes your eyes invite me in,
sometimes they brush me aside.
Your touch is an anasthetic
Your glance is a cut inside.
I know you're there. I am not alone.

I know you see through me,
thought I would get away with it,
my smile is like a cracked mirror.
I do not want to die tonight.
I saw your shadow, come back please.

You dance around me.
Demon of the Night.
I can't quite catch you,
you're vapour now.
I'm pathetic. I cannot reach.

You're not a stranger to me,
you're not a friend.
You're not an evil sort
But you're no angel.
You're floating. I hate you.

I'm sorry, don't go.
I need you more than ever,
remember me?
Can you hear me?
I'm not mad. I'm not insane.

Don't look at me like that
Forgive me.
Don't turn your back on me,
everyone does.
I need you to be real.
I need you to be real for me.
I pray, let you be real.
Don't give up on me.