Wrapped around your finger

Without flaw
Without feeling
Without sensing...anything
Wish I could see
Wish I could be
That almost perfect being
Wanting your love
Wanting to see if you're for me
Not knowing what to do
I'm tired of waiting around for you
Mourning over the death of soul
Reaching for that impossible goal
Never being recognized for trying
Always criticized the lying that glows beneath your translucent skin
No one understanding the non-life I'm living for you
Suffocating for only breathing every breath for you.