Your sick
ther is no trick...

Love
such a beautiful thing...

Once i knew
i knew what i wanted...

You think you know
You hurt me so...

Feeling my days slipping
Loosing grip on my youth...

Hide from pity
Run from yourself...

Worse than Satan himself
your name gives me a high...

With words so preciouse
you carefully lay them out...

Got my poker face on
take a look to both sides...

Anger develops
relaxing becomes a habit...

The climax has ended
nerves are settling...

Iv been taking things deeper then ment for
its not my fault i am who i am...