A vicious kind

Just thought that I could let loose and escape for the night

All I sought for was salvation, but

There was only frustration, of this dirty little thing called coincidence

Then temptation, of running far, far away 

And the worst of all, damnation

A silent thought of curiosity, "how are you? where are you and what are you doing now?"

Then there you appeared out of literally nowhere

I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me but they weren't

Then

Time stood still the way it did before
It's like I'm sleepwalking
Fell into another hole again
It's like I'm sleepwalking