I don't get it....
You're not used to so much love
so when it comes to you, you don't treat it as such?
No. It is overwhelming to you.
Feels like you're drowning in a foreign sea
gasping for air, eyes closed,
Unable to see your rescuer is me
I'm not your poison.
I know you're broken, I'm broken too
What makes you think I don't need love, huh?
What makes you think I'm any different than you?
You know I'm dealing with fire when I'm used to the waves
I was floating so effortlessly now, I'm terribly fighting to escape
the mentality of despair.
I need to repair my way of thinking
I would like you to be there in case I start sinking
I need you to heal me
only your love reveals the real me
let it run over, let it fulfill me... let it spread like cancer.