567. Torn apart


Torn apart I find myself sitting here
Dazed and confused by the wine you offered me I don't know what to do
I miss you, I feel you, I need you, I want you
But all I can get is a gazely stare of your ice blue eyes
They tell me everything but lies
I don't need you, I don't need to miss you
Cause you are here already,next to me, in my heart
But I nevertheless feel so torn apart