My every thought takes me forward and back
The pain of the past, trepidation in the future
It is what makes the now disappear
The philosophies, to grab the cognitive
To psychoanalyse, to pray. To hope
Just to know it will be alright
Round and round I can go desperate to grab
my pills, to be without them
I desperately need to open my eyes again
to see you
your beautiful hair and eyes
To reach the heights of ecstasy just
one more time
A climax like never before,
Mark Lyth 