Take

The ground
Feels like someone else
Around
I trust in loving no one
And now I'm down
Paragraphs of oxymorons
That I'm not proud of
Truly I would love to love you
I'm not allowed

Sit inside, a week again, on my couch
Again, in solitude and in high doubt
Keep inside what's creepin' in through my outs
The feeling that you're bleeding and can't cry out