My hands across myself
Can you see the x?
I reach out, for what isn't there
Mark me.
A straight line is easy to draw
In my head.
One hundred million miles of karma.
My road to you.
Let me outside into the war
Let me win
Let me try
I could, you know
But you missed it out.
Two straight lines,
Mean so much.
To someone who's obsessed with you.
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