If you really are all that I think you are,
But you are merely the silhouette
Of the tainted perfection I crave for
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
Makes me believe in them again
In the cruel hollows I thought I once overcame
Walking backwards was never fun,
But I find it hard to stop
Sometimes I wonder whether I am stupid
Now I am certain I am
But your clever eyes knew all along
The pleasures of your disguise,
Sicken me to my core
Sometimes I think I can be strong
My strength is evanescent
Like your promises;
I am a hypocrite
A creep with obscure musings
Maybe even a liar too,
Yet I could never be you
Sometimes I think I will have you
Just the way I want to
My mind mocks my ambition;
You can never be what I want you to be
No one can, but I cling to a bare hope
