It's so hard to control who you really are...
I try not to let my horns show through,
But just being around you...
It makes me break,
Like a branch in a storm...
The sight of you is enough to make my blood boil,
Yet you just look past me, and hardly know I'm here...

I'd sell my soul if I could to be with you,
Yet I don't know why...
You have more control over me then I do on my self,
Though my mind tells me to let you be...My heart says otherwise...
I can't last much longer,
So let me just say these last words before I go...
Good Bye to You.