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I'm sitting here in my own world, crying.
Closing my eyes and thinking of you,
I think about the deep sorrow that lies within me,
the kind of sorrow that only you can fix.
I reach my hands into the air,
trying to grab anything that's there,
but yet, all I feel is empty air.
So i sit and cry with my eyes shut closed,
locking in the sorrow and not letting it go.
Carrying the heavy load that I call love,
that's suppose to be all nice and enduring,
but sometimes my love causes pain.
Like a knife cutting through my heart,
trying to tear us apart.
But as I sit with my eyes close,
I know a way to release this pain.
The only way is when I reach my hand into the air,
you grab on tight and I feel your warmth and care.