Fathom Deeps

Lost in transition From move to move, your eyes have me transfixed as if we were alone Unfortunately our room is filled with dying memories Must I always be a soldier amongst a war of love? Never a captain, Never the victor. Why do I keep playing your game Your selfish little game Is it your love? No, that's done me wrong before. It must be those eyes. Transfixed, meant to reminice. Lost again in those glaring eyes it feels worse than letting me live. Letting me love.