Like chasing a ghost;
trying to hold in your arms the sky;
like explaining to a deaf man the sound of a lie;
It’s impossible as these
to be the focus of your eye;
to be more than just the girl
you lay by.
And you, the focus of my every breath;
the thought behind my every step;
the dream I wake to find dissolved;
You are my everything
and I am your sometimes
and it aches like hell.
Aches Like Hell.