More and more

What becomes of passion when it’s sleeping?

I’d say it may build up, boil and erupt

Like a volcano out to get ya.

I know it sounds confusing,

But all these is time consuming

If I fake a laugh and shed a tear,

We’ll both be preoccupied

With a painful bliss, it’s showing

I can’t hold the key to your satisfaction

There's too much I can't show

But what I'd like to know is

Can we be more than this?