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These thoughts that run through my head Turn fiction to fact Reality is lost behind closed doors And the blanket of night, it don't keep me warm The darkness makes it harder To untie the knot in my mind You wrote on my hand, in black ink Your name My conscience twists the words around, my minds confused I'm over this game Miss a Turn Back to the start again Don't you see its something I can't mend It feels pointless now, to look to a friend These thoughts that run through my head Convince me that I'm wrong I think I love you, I hope I know what love is And the blanket of night, it don't keep me warm The darkness makes it harder To untie the knot in my mind You wrote on my hand, in black ink Your name My conscience twists the words around, my minds confused I'm over this game You told me that the shadow of love, is so often hurt And that you can exist with me, in the most comfortable of silences From Letras Mania