That night I kissed you for the first time.
How soft you lips were, the softest I had kissed.
How soft your golden skin was.
How soft your ever so round gray trimmed eyes were.
The way you sat down onto my lap, like a descending piece of paradise.
Falling into my hands, like you were meant to be.
The way you felt on me, soft and warm and firm and real.
I shook, I faltered, you ignored it.
You let me show you what I could do later on, but you let me be a fool that night.
You let me love you and trusted enough to let yourself be pleased.

I never lean on one thing.
There are many pillars, many webs, many back up plans.
It is not something I hide, it is just something you have to look for.
This is my nature, but I am happy with it being so.  
I love more than one thing, and need even less.
I will not chase, I will not bend in your favor.
But I will bend in mine.
If you remember that, you will understand me so much better.

I will allow you to experience me, but I will not allow you to own me.

You will not manipulate me.
Control me.
Cut me off from others.
Make me need you.

You will not conquer me.
Tear me down.
Cloud my judgement.
Change my morals.

You silly little thing.
I am so much more powerful than you think  I am.

You tell me that you mean what you say, but what you mean is that you get what you want.

Never love someone more than you love yourself, and you will never be made a fool of.

Never trust completely, and you can never be truly hurt.

Thinking the worst of people is dreary work, but always keeping a foot out is safe.

I climbed the ******* mountain peaks to meet you today.
I found the bleeding fog, and breathed it calmly.
The presence of time is almost as heavy
As your wishes are.
I tried to open your mind,
Please don't return the favor.

Your mind is a mess,
A maze,
Hard to understand.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

I'm in the misty peaks, stuck in a cove.
Up a tree, down below.
This place is not real, it cannot be.
Look around, get off your knees.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

You stand up, you point it out.
You look mad to me.
Crazy as could be.
Good god, hang up your hat.
Give it a rest, I'm not like that.

I am my hero, I am my compass.
I have my own eyes, don't **** my rights
Don't force me to follow,
What is unnatural.

And you're rocking,
In you're rocking chair.
You're wearing you shear whites,
Drinking your honey wine,
Praying to Mary like she's divine.

Your ***** is dead,
Your disciple is hung.
Your God is dead.
Stop beating your drum.