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Why do you follow me?
As though I am someone who can lead.
Why do you chase after me?
As though I am someone who can be caught.
Why do you pursue me?
As though I am someone who can be swayed.
Why do you reach for me?
As though I am someone to be touched.
The more you chase, the more I run.
The closer you get, the farther I go.
The demon inside me parades as an angel.
The angel inside you parades as a demon.
I cannot be what you want me to be.
I haven’t the answers you’re looking for.
I cannot fix you with my broken hands.
I cannot save you for I’ve been damned.
I cannot be the light in your darkness.
I cannot be the holiest of ones.
You speak of forever, and I feel frightened.
You speak of eternity, and I feel scared.
You speak of infinite, and I feel like running.
This obsession of yours will be the downfall of you.
If it doesn’t drag me down first.
This possession of yours will be the death of you.
If it doesn’t kill me first.
You pull me close and I pull away.
We both cannot help but do as we know.
You know to hold.
I know to flee.
Perhaps we cannot be.