Some irrational hate I have for you is keeping me from loving you once more.
As I sit here, watching our friends go on like nothing happened.
As I watch you look at other girls, other victims of the vice that is you.
Do you see me, still wanting to love you, but terribly torn between emotions?
I long to be in your arms, to feel your touch, why do you deny me?
This feeling is strange, and hurtful, breaking my sanity down bit by bit.
The feeling of confusion and hate, betrayal and rage all swirled together in a cascade of pushing and pulling feelings.
You are not to blame here, though.
And neither am I, but no matter,
The hate still burns me inside.
Your eyes never linger on me, like they used to.
Your hands never brush my face or hold my body close to yours.
So you intend to tear me apart with the temptation?
Are you doing this on purpose?
Are you ignoring me, just to make me furious?
Just to prove a point of some kind?
You are contained behind bars of restriction,
And I am on the other side, wishing to feel your embrace.
As I sit here, watching our friends go on like nothing happened.
As I watch you look at other girls, other victims of the vice that is you.
Do you see me, still wanting to love you, but terribly torn between emotions?
I long to be in your arms, to feel your touch, why do you deny me?
This feeling is strange, and hurtful, breaking my sanity down bit by bit.
The feeling of confusion and hate, betrayal and rage all swirled together in a cascade of pushing and pulling feelings.
You are not to blame here, though.
And neither am I, but no matter,
The hate still burns me inside.
Your eyes never linger on me, like they used to.
Your hands never brush my face or hold my body close to yours.
So you intend to tear me apart with the temptation?
Are you doing this on purpose?
Are you ignoring me, just to make me furious?
Just to prove a point of some kind?
You are contained behind bars of restriction,
And I am on the other side, wishing to feel your embrace.
