When I sleep I see him.
When I wake he's my dream.
When I run, I want to run to him.
But his love is poison.
He hurts without thinking.
He loves without realizing the implications.
He walks my way and my heart beats fast.
My arms scream to go to him
But I must not.
He comes back, begging forgiveness
And I accept him
It only hurts me.
He's a living ghost to me.
I can never get rid of him.
He haunts, he torments
But never lets go.
His hands are on my heart, squeezing and tormenting.
And I let him. I don’t stop
My love
Dripped in black cyanide
Give in and drown?
Or stay away and be haunted.
