What you do isn't real
You're in my head and I'm twisted.
You come again and I'm drowning-
Soul heavy, eyes throbbing.

If this is love what's the point?
If this is real why keep fighting?
I can talk but can't speak, I can kiss but can't touch.
You need to feel the burden,
I can't tremble alone much longer.

I tell myself that I'm crazy.
Hope one day I'll believe it.
Until then I cut myself with the pen,
And the blood just turns to ink.

I wrench my heart from my chest,
Let you feel the pulse of insanity.
I put a gun to my head,
Empty the chamber before caressing that trigger.
I need the thrill and the high,
Need the power with the promise of safety.

Oh love is the stuff of mortals.
And sense we leave to the gods.
But no fairy tale has an ending.
All our books just run out of pages.