"...brought me back to thinking you were mine" It seems i lost my footing there for a good month or so. I tried to look through eyes of a lover which was all too unfamiliar to me. The type of eyes with enthusiasm, with uncertainty... a child-like wonder and naiveties. It made me uncomfortable. Eyes of stone, fixated on what you want. Not looking past it, never questioning anything, never being uncertain. To think with your head and not your heart, to feel with your hands not your emotions. A raw, uncut, factual type of lust. Something that never could be anything more than what it was. Analyzed, Criticized, Cut down to size. Heres to being back to my old self :]