I don’t wanna feel it
Burning passion in my chest
I shall go
Far away from the source
But it’s cold and damp
It’s so dark without you
The warn passion is now a empty hole inside me
Why do I need it
Just let me be
I pray this nagging feeling go from me
I curse it, it’s worthless
This pent up energy in me
Bent on telling me what it needs
Sent from heaven, or so it seems
It’s niche, like tic or stubborn flea
I can’t shoo it
I can’t shake it
It can bring the strongest man to his knees
The weakest man to his feet
Wake the dead from their sleep
Even the blind can see
Your love inside me