I believe the source of my uneasiness  is knowing she's my weakness
And her curves go into the details that are stacked upon the reasons
I pray for absolution and I try to find a solution
I'm thrown against the walls and I use her rejections as excuses
Only to see I'm fighting myself to cure the happiness that's in the form of her illusion

Addicted to her and every text message feels like I'm using crack
Committed to her, only making up for my lack of self-respect
"I'm a menace to her," what she whispers in the way she acts
So I wander alone through the dark blue meadows to keep my head intact
Hoping that one day.........that one day our hearts will make contact

I think that if she knew, I wouldn't have use only one candle for my dark closet
I think that if she knew, I wouldn't have to make depression my logic
I think that if she knew, I wouldn't have to be alone in my unstable mind-set
But I'd be a fool if I would think that she would actually like it
But I'd be a fool if I would think that she would actually realize it