I love you unconditionallyIn adjectives that don't exist yetAdjectives that describes how much I love youBut I'm also too afraid of loving you this muchBecause I'm afraid of losing you
I tried to tell themTell them about my demonsBut I was too lateNow that they took over meNobody will believeBelieve that I struggledI struggled keeping my demons from showingFrom coming out in the daylightThey took overAnd they hurt youNow I can't apologizeI'm not allowed toBecause you won't believe meBelieve that I'm sorryTears won't even tell you how sorry I am
People say I drink too muchBut it's not enough to make the pain go awayThis painThis never ending painIt makes me wonder if there's any point in livingYour useless talkThe rubbish you speakAnd the unwanted company I get from you and your stupid friendsMake me want to live for somethingEveryday I walk aloneAlone in the darkAlone in these empty streetsIn which the darkness consumes the tiniest ray of lightDrunk I walk alone in these streetsYou always seem to find meAlways worrying where I am
Is what I feelWatching people whom I love forget meIs what I fearPutting the blame on myself instead of blaming the predatorsIs what I do everydayI dance on broken glass bearfoot as I try to balance my lifeMy sadness and fearIs what I ate for lunch
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!