She’s on my mind
and it’s a terrible thing,
for it can never be.
This man I am is lovesick;
sick of love and misery.
Taken all this time
to build a wall
of such sweet apathy,
to live with peace as loneliness
and still she finds her way to me;
through what is
and what can never be.
Cycle of rejection
makes a fool of me.
There is no heart here,
submission like love,
every time she gives,
it’s never enough.
I don’t know the reasons,
I don’t pretend;
dominate and hate
until nothing is my friend.
Run away, run away,
’cause she’s far too much like me,
Find my mind – half alive between
what is – what was
and what can never be.
She’s like the perfect drug to me.
So insane with the pain
and the pleasure that is she (is she?)
Come away – I will lay – down
and never dream of her.
Lifts me up – leaves me fucked!
This is what we are
and what we never were.
I’m just some punk
who thinks a little too highly of himself.
Apologize, but I’ve tried,
I can’t be anybody else.
You don’t want – yet you taunt,
won’t make a change in me.
Wish to die – in her eyes;
this is what has been
and what could never be.
HG – 2000-2005