Think I can call it "Drug"
I have this feeling, beneath the surface.
This feeling of hunger, want, desire, need,
all the things that drive the flesh.
Seeping through my skin, into the vain
headed straight to the heart, enslaving my brain.
Visions roll along the back of my eyes
I see everything, how it could be.
It's the chill December wind that brings me back
to a place where it's just me, with out you
It's the hole in my heart, keeps reminding me of the fact
it just won't beat for me, with out you
I have this tightness, inside my chest,
The sight of you, touch, smell and sound
all these things, drive my flesh
Filling the minutes of my days
stealing all the moments of my dreams away
Shivers creep up the back of my spine
I feel everything, how it could be.
It's the chill December wind that brings me back
to a place where it's just me, with out you
It's the hole in my heart, keeps reminding me of the fact
it just won't beat for me, with out you
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