What they must think...
What I should think...
Of course I see the faults-
I see the repercussions...
But over these high walls,
Only I feel this concussion.
The harder I blink...
Tears flow with each blink...
Of course! I shouldn't feel
This way, and of course!
My mind shouldn't reel
At thoughts of yours.
The more I drink...
The more we both drink...
A hazier feeling I know,
Of everything but you.
God, but that I could follow
What they tell me to do.
The more I wish...
The less wishing helps.
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