You really think so? Standing on the edge of happiness. Love holding me back from joy. Perennial selfish iniquities hide behind a smile. A turmoil of guilt lies inside, but you only see happiness. You see what I bring not what I�ve come with. Let me shut up now, so you can talk to me. It seems like you don�t want me to speak. Continuing without desire leads to brokeness. Then half my broken heart will fall to hell. Worry is my precursor to fear. Fear leads to disappointment. There I�m standing, a disappointed, lonely man. I want to take you at your word. Simply tell me what that is. Hearing nothing is an ice-cold night. I want to be a fire. That blazes far from here. Embers scolding skin and drying up the tears. Now you are a fire, Debasing me inside. Why cant you see, you�re causing me to die? - Benjamin Page
