Oh, quick ghost of a chance
Sometimes encountering you as a lance
Through the heart you see. Uncatchable me and you, to be?
Maybe...I need someone though
In my recesses' shadows to always be there
Catch me when I fall
Comfort me in the dark
But when we do touch; it's a fucking metaphor I swear
It does hurt, bleeding tattoos across my heart
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