A tight grip.

You' re asking someone for a date,

I'm talking to my ruthless fate:

Why did I meet you, and what for?

Does this man exist, whom I'd adore?

You're free and traveling the world,

I'm caught in a grind like in a web,

How did they cross, 2 parallel lines?

For my heart it's no less than crime.

It is a crime against my soul,

For just to you I'd give my all,

In front of you I'd stand in awe,

And wouldn't feel a life like a chore.

There are no answers, nor relief,

I'm drowning in my silent grief,

I don't wait for spring or gentle sun,

I can't get rid of a random stun.

For how long can I be a mess?

How come this force can't be suppressed?

How can I start a forgetting trip,

When all I crave is your tight grip?..