All the strength I muster breaks
This cold world I build is compromised
How do you do what you do?
Bewitched
Mind, body, soul
All I want is to mind my own troubles
But you always seem to find your way
The image of you lingers
And I catch myself wanting nothing else but you
And so I close my eyes and take a breath
You are the break of light
Surrounded in darkness, I tread
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