...whole?

My love is pure I'm there for you Oh the past Oh the past, oh the past, oh the past Oh Oh the past, oh Oh the past, oh (the past) Oh the past, oh the past, oh the past Oh There's a valley beneath Your deep brown lenses Scouting deep in the ridges Of my perplexion Stroll through the alley of thieves They're looking to feed Off something you need Voices tell you things You don't want to hear Are you closing up Your endless cycle? Are you fabricating stories In your head a ton? Has the shadow down your eyes Been glowing large? Have I told you this at all? Do you fantasize of Living with an antidote To forget the taste of Smoking weed and alcohol? To remind of colours Shivering the ocean floor? Do you know what makes you whole?