I like you. But I don't want to.
Because this frustrating fascination is
nothing but a neuron connection,
nothing but a synapse hitting another.
I can't take myself seriously any more
it's like everywhere I look I see closed doors
'cuz I'm locked in a room of my emotions
and it's no place I'd ever wanna be!
Trapped by my feelings - what a pathetic phrase!
Am I supposed to be comforted, like oh, yeah, it's a phase
It'll pass over soon, you'll get over him
******* drowning in hormones, while I try to swim!

No. It doesn't have to be this way - right?
I know I can do something - like, fight?
Against my self, against my soul
because I think
                          what I feel
                                            is real.