Know Me

Know Me

When I was seven years old I thought I could fly

I leaped off my bed trying to reach the sky

My sister picked me up and wiped my tears away

Suddenly I could clearly see her dying day

Something happens when I touch another's skin

The ending is shown to me from within

I can see their fate, the details of their death

The end of their existence, the very last breath

I came close to love once, close enough to steal a kiss

As her lips touched mine I felt sadness not bliss

How could I ever make a lady my wife?

Every time we made love I'd see the end of her life

This is no gift it's the curse of the lonely

All I will ever want is for someone to know me.