Tuesday, January 29, 2008, 10:20 PM EST [
General]
All these things you ask of me, they keep me up at night
These promises of future thoughts have thus become my plight
You say that you would wait for me, and I believe those words
But merely the thought of waiting seems perfectly absurd
Why you'd pain yourself for me I simply cannot understand
I wonder when you'll realize this isn't what I'd planned
I'd hoped that you would walk away like every other past
But finally I see you're bound by this dreadful spell I cast
I'm so sorry that I came to you and stole away your heart
I promise I didn't mean to- not even from the start
I snared you to me- held you there: a victim to its prey
Until I'm finally done with you, when silently you'll lay
The breath I stole right from your lips, leaving you so still
It never mattered- doesn't now- how strong your sense of will
Soon I'll finally deem that you should be free of me
By then my "grace" and "beauty" will be all that you can see
Still you disregard the truth that I am poison to your mind
This fateful touch will taint you and hold you in its bind
Yet still you stand before me now, desire in your eyes
But all these traits you bind to me are your own imagined lies
I'd let you walk away right now- I'd give you back your soul
But every word you say to me sinks you deeper in this hole
You drown in all your thoughts of me until you cannot move
Determined that my words alone are all you need to soothe
You wish to show me all the love your tortured soul does bear
When all these things you feel for me I wish you wouldn't share
They make me want to go away- to hide myself from you
Because I'm not sure just what I feel or if those things are true
Understand that what I feel is what I fear to know
And despite the efforts I might make these thoughts will one day show
I wonder what you'll think of me when that day is finally here
I'm sure you're prepared to tell me there's nothing I should fear
I cannot make you understand all these things I'll feel
Wondering each moment just which ones are real
I can only imagine what you'll think once all of me is shown
And I wonder if you'll regret all this; if only you had known