Feel me, I am breaking.
Taste me, I am falling away.
Fear me, for I am leaving.
Hold me, so I will stay.
Find me, I am lost inside.
Remember me, before I die.
Love me, I can’t feel.
So what is the point of living,
if I can’t live with you?
Why do I suffer,
if not to do it with you?
Is this the end,
of knowing anything?
Do you see me,
can you love me still?
Am I alone forever,
or is this just a dream?
Here I am baby,
will you take my Love?
Johnny Newell
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