In loosing myself. I seem to find you.
You are never where I want. None the less, I find you.
In my fit of rage, you seem so clear.
I feel your presence and quickly dry my tears.
I am always ashamed of myself.
When I find myself again you never seem as near.
I'm loosing you again...
Each time you drift further away.
I'm afraid of loosing myself because even though I know you will come for a little while.
I don't want to drive you further away.
Why do I make you afraid?
Why don't I feel you reaching out to me as I do for you?
I must be loosing myself again.
~~forward~~