When someone you love is pretending to be
An illusion of something that you want to see
And they lie just enough to get you to believe
That they're all that you want, and all that you need,
When really, you're dying
And you can't even tell,
'Cause they're killing you slowly
And hiding it well,
'Cause their eyes stay away like satellites,
Just watching you from far away.
The stars you see are just candlelights,
Trying to lead you farther astray.
When someone I love is all that I need,
But they're still caught up in their own little dream
About them and a boy (of course, one that's not me),
It burns up my insides. It hurts just to breathe.
'Cause really, I'm dying,
And I don't give a shit.
She does know my name,
She just won't ever say it.
I hope she sees -- just once --
That we fit glove.
I hope she's necrophilic,
'Cause I'm dying for her love.