Braille

[Verse 1] I'm tired of trying to say what I feel, And I'll never understood your body language, But I hope one day I'll slowly learn it, To show you that I know how you felt one day, [Chorus] For I am tired of loving in Braille, Needing to touch each other to feel our hearts, Could I be with you without the urge to kiss you? Maybe I'll find a way to love as a person, And not a man written by men, [Verse 2] I played on the piano to remind myself, Of past kingdoms I used to live in, Maybe every era and history will be different, Yet I am afraid of losing the memories of it all, For how could I not love those I loved? [Chorus] For I am tired of loving in Braille, Needing to touch each other to feel our hearts, Could I be with you without the urge to kiss you? Maybe I'll find a way to love as a person, And not a man written by men, For I am tired of loving in Braille, Having the urge to be close to feel safe, Because in the end of the day I do love the hugs, But I cannot let all our touch become ill, [Verse 3] Took the same walks where the dead used to take, Sang songs of old friends, And the flowers bloomed late, And I'll never get to see all the people from my past, So for the fact I am so hard on myself, I wish I could learn in ways to communicate, That I could have trusted my gut when I looked into those eyes, [Chorus] For I am tired of loving in Braille, Needing to touch each other to feel our hearts, Could I be with you without the urge to kiss you? Maybe I'll find a way to love as a person, And not a man written by men, For I am tired of loving in Braille, Having the urge to be close to feel safe, Because in the end of the day I do love the hugs, But I cannot let all our touch become ill, [Verse 4] I miss the quarrels between lovers, The feeling of waking up to people missing you, Hoping for the best that you'll make it through, So how can I not love the past? For molding me into me? [Verse 4] I miss the quarrels between lovers, The feeling of waking up to people missing you, Hoping for the best that you'll make it through, So how can I not love the past? For molding me into me? [Outro] For I am tired of reading life in Braille, So teach me how to love this life time, In this universe kindly.