Muse (20)Sitting beside you, thoughts run through my head What it would be like lying next to you in bed Strong urges telling me to go ahead But I use all my strength to make my limbs like lead Because the thought of losing your friendship, creates dread So I close my eyes and see red. I open my eyes to see your red lips parted Sitting beside me, at ease, my torture, painful rest I look and we talk but I notice the swell...