I want you so bad its painful.

What are you going to do? I know, a cliché - Love problems aren\'t big enough to fit in a palm . the scapegoat of poetry, so  pronounced, so hackneyed.

What are we suppose to do when we drift away from what everybody else sees, does everything mean nothing after all?  - When are we ready to pick, when can I touch you? ‘Never\' feels closer me now then

ever,

never ever, touch.

You know that I look at you, I see you. I know every movement, your fingers over the strings. I se, do you? - They say that you see, they see. But we remain quiet, what a painful silence.

Long less, don\'t touch, don\'t ever interrupt - never live as who we are.

I want you so bad its painful.