I’m in love with the thought of you.
Nothing more.
I hate to admit it. But you were nothing more;
than a figment of my psychotic imagination.
Deep down, I know that’s all it was.
I worshiped the way you held me,
and kept me protected from all the things in my head.
Yet if you actually did that, the way I thought you did.
they would of never got me. Would they of?
I adored the sparkle in your brilliant green eyes,
It kept them far away from me…
But you were never really looking at me, like I thought,
it was always someone else. Wasn’t it?
I loved the way you wrapped your arms around me,
keeping me secure, and safe, far away from them.
But you were only keeping me there, waiting for them;
to come and get me. Don’t lie.
My distorted heart attempts to keep me alive,
As the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, entwined are we.
It is a night of death, a song of darkness.
Deep down you’re truly sad and hurt.
They’re after you the same way they came and for me.
You look in the mirror, popping another pill,
Trying to keep them out,
aha… I’m sorry dear, but its not going to work…
I tried that remember?
I could of saved you, but you let them get me.
My psychotic head can’t stand the thought of you any longer.
I have to get you out.
