ill

I've lived this day a thousand times, it won't go away
And all I can see are the eyes of people I will never be
And it makes me ill, the way You love me still

I can't decide if You're the missing piece buried in my mind
Immersed in sand, I try to reach, try to take Your hand
And it makes me ill, the way You love me still

- Aaron Sprinkle, "Solace"