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Why must I watch from the dark
When all I love is in the light
Why must I torture my soul?
Whilst it my heart grows, to be so cold
I love what's in the light
It's not for me; I don't deserve it
A you were told
The smile on my face is only a pose
What hurts me the most
Is not in the darkness I must wait
But this love, from the start I know
It was never to blossom, never to grow
You are in the light
Offering your gracious hand
I take it for a minute or so
But then, as always I let go
It's one thing I can't stand.
To hold.