Maybe it was the voice, the wordsAt first I thought of you as absurdSomething I could never learn to likeBut now look, who has stolen my micYour name I cannot even try to sayI don't know what you are, but you have a way
A way to make me believe in a newMaybe it's just me, or maybe it's just youLife is funny and my tastes are strangeI know what this is, and it can never change
I refuse to believe you are what I wantBecause I don't, you are just a tease, a tauntIt is something I'd like to denyBut you are something different, my other highDrug substutite you may call yourselfYou seem to be messing with my inner wealth
My head will spinGames you play, will winThe heart is not mine to keepWhy does your present haunt my sleep?Are you something I need?Or is just your sould I'd like to feed?
I'd like to have someone to ease their painIt's another skill, I'd love to gainI want someone to help, to holdTo supress great fears that have shattered a mold
Maybe, all of my desire is in my heartBecause to my head, we are miles apartPoetic tragedies fill my thoughtsBut guess what?I don't like you, a lot
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