It's the way he looks at you.
The way you don't know he looks at you.
The way you look at him.
The way no one else notices.
The way you let the blood flow from your wounds when you stop to think.
The way he has a hold of you.
The way you don't want to be a part of the war anymore.
The way you don't want to be a part of the world.
The way you shiver when you think of him.
The way his voice captivates you.
The way he captivates you.
The way that you know exactly what you would like to do to him.
The way you think if he ever found out he would be digusted with you.
The way he would probably kill you himself.
The way his mask is always in place, and you've never seen the real him, unless this is the real him.
The way you fell in love with someone who you don't really know.
The way he makes you feel.
The way you think you're not normal.
The way you don't know what normal is.
The way you'll feel after you jump from this tower.
The way you'll finally be free.
The way you don't know he looks at you.
The way you look at him.
The way no one else notices.
The way you let the blood flow from your wounds when you stop to think.
The way he has a hold of you.
The way you don't want to be a part of the war anymore.
The way you don't want to be a part of the world.
The way you shiver when you think of him.
The way his voice captivates you.
The way he captivates you.
The way that you know exactly what you would like to do to him.
The way you think if he ever found out he would be digusted with you.
The way he would probably kill you himself.
The way his mask is always in place, and you've never seen the real him, unless this is the real him.
The way you fell in love with someone who you don't really know.
The way he makes you feel.
The way you think you're not normal.
The way you don't know what normal is.
The way you'll feel after you jump from this tower.
The way you'll finally be free.