I am a dreadful darkness, do you think love will work for us? Images, words, are these what you trust? I have swords for you, dripping with lust. The light shows you my reflection, but I'm trying to tell you, that mirror is clouded with dust. I throw what I have away and I so earnestly collect pain. Yours, his, hers; it's all the same. Selfish, maybe, but we all desire to play; this isn't and it never was, my game. Do you hear my voice? If you decide, that you do want to love me, then I must let you hold the blame.
Humanity is on the other side of myself; I cannot reach it. I've never been taught, you see, I have nothing for anyone. I perceive what you want. I am able to give you what you want. The problem is that I don't know what I want. So, in choosing the default, I want everything. I will take that from you, love and all, so that we are bound to fall. Oh, I pray to god that you speak my language. I can't ******* hold my tongue. I've wrote a thousand ballads, a thousand songs I've sung and not one of them has touched them. Oh, even to have them turn in my direction; pain sees in me. It's the toll I pay, the ghosts who walk this world come to me for its collection.
To the pretty girl, who's looking to me through glass, but cannot pass through.
