She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia bathed in possession
She is home to me
I’m a slave, and I am a master
No restraints and, unchecked collectors
I exist through my need, to self oblige
She is something in me, that I despise
She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I’d do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do when she makes me sad.
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable, she’s a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do when she makes me sad.
…and when I am sad, I just need to release some energy..