I'm sorry I'm not yet cured enough
to be loved by you again...

Master of disguise,
in your profession of violence...

I wish I could listen to your heart
and hear what you are feeling...

Do you know why
I am so scared to be loved by you...

My default setting
never seems to fade...

Finally she came along
and I found my treasure...

Would it be okay
for you to take me inside of your dreams...

I can never explain what I hear in your silence,
but it speaks right to my heart...

I wish I had taken time to think
before I made that decision...

Strangers in masks
everywhere I look...

My guilt multiplies,
as loving you becomes a war...

Listen Dear Angel,
are you sure you want...