Prison Of Love
Maybe I read into the situation a bit too much, but maybe I didn't.
Is what I see stronger then what I feel, or am I just blinded by love and can't see at all.
Maybe I'm in love alone, with nowhere to go.
I've waited year after year and endured storm after storm,
To just be told i'm not loved at all.
Is it the jokes I tell that are a bit extreme,
Because when I see you smile, it fulfills me,
It makes me want to hold you, but when I do, you fade away, and I notice it was all a dream,