Freakin’ Blessed + Washed-Out Crimson

If I sat to count the blessings in my life
And the sheer greatness of the people around me
I would want to dig a hole and bury myself
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Every time I meet someone new
I wonder why I cannot be with you
Have you ever 'heard' a heart melt
Writhe and twist, crumble, wonder?
Take a look at mine,
It is all shades of washed-out crimson
The sigh that catches in my throat
And cannot come out - it's not allowed to