I know being apart is what's best for us both,
but the selfish heart makes both of us think that there's hope.
I know there are many ways to cope,
but the selfish mind directs me to the nearest of ropes.
I know trying to love is like racing up slippery, steep slopes
But the selfish soul still craves forbidden fires even where there's no smoke.
I know...
...everything and nothing at the same time, a prisoner in my own body...