Everything just comes and goes
She said to me I’m the best you’d ever have
But I’m simply not amused
She sees herself in a wedding dress
The only thing I see is a deathbed
I’ll never be like you
She was a saint I could not find
What should we do if we’re lonely inside?
She was a saint I could not find
What should we do with our bind?
Is there anyone out there?
A bad addiction is a bad infliction
I’ve bottled up a romance for a while
It keeps changing like my moods
Out of bounds where you’re safe and sound
I should’ve let it rest a long time ago
I’ll never be a tool