Look me in my brand new eye.

Every time I think of you, I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but, it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me: "The wisdom of a fool won't set you free." But that's the way that it goes. And it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows.
Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment, you'll say the words that I can't say.
I feel fine and I feel good, I'm feeling like I never should. Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say. Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday? I'm not sure what this could mean. I don't think you're what you seem. I do admit to myself, that if I hurt someone else, then I'll never see just what we're meant to be.
Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment, you'll say the words that I can't say.
Bizarre love triangle.