I have been told that I am cold,
That there is no love for me
To give or recieve.
I have been told that I am fiery,
That no one could desire me
When I burn with my lips and my teeth.
Two halves that do not meet,
Two directions from two feet,
The things I say I regret,
The things I don't I regret
And either way I'm upset.  
There is no play, only stop and fast forward;
Both cheap imitations
From warring nations,
Both sides are unrecognizable
And neither is desirable.  
Why did I say that? Why did I say that? Why did I say that?
Why didn't I say anything? Why didn't I say anything?
Why did I not say anything?
My fast and slow
To and fro,
Seething or still.
I apologize for these lies,
For my insincerity
With such a deception
Of false perceptions,
Who could ever love -
Why did I say that?