Line of sight

Warm kisses. cold soul. four visions. 4 different girls. you sold your soul the love of lust. So no one comes home to you. Your scared of commitment, because you don't feel whole anymore. "what is there to give?" you ask yourself. But the price only cost you yourself. oh wait. ur scared of losing yourself to.. You feel to real in a world that's rapped around all different shades of blue. You cry to yourself. And I cry to you for help. You say to me "Go find someone to help" but I bleed. Because I never want to be myself. they'll hate me. Guess that's where we relate. besides the cheating, we hid our identities. Scared of what eachother would say. I hate myself for not making sure I was completely okay B4 I left. But it's okay. Because now it's... Cold hearts, Heated souls that cry for help repetitively. 1 vision... and none of us are in eachothers line of sight at all.