I'm sick.
One minute I'm dancing with angels
And the next I'm crying on the shoulder of
Lucifer himself.
I'm a double spy,
One who doesn't even know which
Side she's on.
No, I won't answer any questions,
Because I don't know;
I simply don't know.
Look away, don't dare try to
Take a glance inside my heart.  
It's gone somewhere, it's being pulled
To pieces by the heavens and
The hells.
They have it, you don't and
Neither do I.
I'm a heartless ***** who's dying
To love and be loved and who's dying
To be a someone,
To be a real person.