They give up too easily.
                                                         ­             Far too soon indeed you're right

Foolish mortals they never want what they have

                                                           ­             Always what someone else has

Wants
                                                    ­                                                    Desires

S­illy infatuations

                                                  ­   The whole bang lot of them are mortally
                                                        ­                      ****** aren't they?

Quite right, there is no consistency

                                                    ­               Why can't they always be in love?

Why can't they always maintain satisfaction?

                                                  ­                                   Why can't they always-

**** it, always is never

                                              **And forever is a lie

I can't keep myself from wanting to hold you
I can't keep myself from telling you to bite the bullet
I can't keep myself from hurting
I am a liar
I am a cheater
I don't think **** through all the time
It's not that I can't
Its that I don't want to
I do what seems right to me at that exact moment
I'm impulsive and crazy and clingy and distant all at once
I've lied to you
I won't justify it but I have
I lie to everyone you're not special
I am bad for people I am a ***** and I will work that like a new pair of demonias sometimes
But otherwise I'm broken
But too proud to revel in it