It seems like I've been here one thousand times before.
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One thousand times everyday and I still beg for more.
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Not far from here I'll find myself,
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but time is the distance from that feeling.
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I can't take it.
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These beatings I give to myself have got to stop,
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but I need your help.
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My better half is the half that I hide and I'm trying hard not to let this go.
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Your words are healing but they're burning me up inside.
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I'd love to taste, I'd love to feel and share that life.
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Her I am I think I've said too much again.
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You're too real and I can't take it.
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Have we gone too far or maybe not far enough?
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So many walls in our way and it's not a surprise to m that this.
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Right in front of me I see the rest of me, I see the rest of my life.
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And so again I beg for that beating,
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and when received I won't release- It's so healing.
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Caged inside I hide myself from all life.
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I've cried one thousand times I don't want to be alone again.
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I want to know myself; I want to be your friend.
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I think I'd die without that feeling once again.
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I know I'd die without that feeling once again.
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I'd die without that feeling once again,
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I'd quit this all to have that feeling never end.
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Time Is The Distance
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| Deviates |
