He loves me, he loves me not
he values me, he listens to me, and does he not caress me like I am an angel?
He does not know what to do with me, nor when to stop
He knows not of his motives, or if he will ever stop
he's fallen for the wrong one
Guess you could call it fatal attraction
indefinite, immortal desire, 1 2 3 he's never done
catch me, catch me everytime I fall
He looks down the black hole - sensing his death,
knowing nothing and suddenly catching his breath,
He stops, 1 2 3, He's already done.
