You been chasing blind love with an anchor on your ankle
and a black eye from its failed attempts because you never learned, yet still you’re full of child
like hope…I swear I believe in it like you do
that’s why I take inventory of every bit of pain I’ve experienced on my quest to possess it in every lasting way possible, tho I am unsure of how to accomplish that
at least I learn, not to turn away but to find another way, because going the same way always ends with me losing my way
a gluten for abuse it seems, chasing love comes off a little masochistic huh
but like a wild kid learning with every experience, I’ll take these black eyes with pride and a smile, full of scrapes and scuffs, I may cry but I’ll get back up and do it all over again
because I get more than I lose, so what’s a bruise or two but a few clues for a new route
I’ll never let you down, never forget you or leave you alone and I’ll always chase you
until you’re mine, besides we’re made for each other
blind love.
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