Текст: Locked In A Vacancy. Exit The Futility Ward. Lincoln Zelda.

Smitten by your inner beauty
a shared value system
interest similarities
time spent together cherished
thoughts of you when we?re apart
a learned stoic broken
staring through silent eyes
so easy to look at

Your lips your hips your smile your kiss
your hair your face your warm embrace!

Conversation comes easy learning from each other's insight nihilistic disposition deadened, by your facetiousness
But is it mutual?
Mixed signals cause confusion and apprehension - hesitation searching
north, west, south, west for a sign
before my window of opportunity
slams shut
'Cause it's not mutual
But I'll survive just like the last time
after all we can still be friends, right?

Things'll never be the same between us, between us Annihilate!

It's not the same!