I hate, I love, I sit, I stand.
I'd hate to love the **** I stand for
And command for,
And I died for,
Just because you never lied for
Us or me, or in between,
The lines I've dreamed,
Reflections seen.
I still can't find those eyes in the river,
Still can't pull that final sliver,
Stuck under the thinnest skin
And drugged below the thickest sin.
I cant, I cant, cant pull it through,
The reason's somehow lost with you.
Not lost with me,
But that's not true,
That silhouette was never you.