I desire what I fear,
I destroy what I love,
I always run away
if I ever come too close.
You may call it an obsession
and your hate would make sense
but in dreams I only follow
all these thoughts that leave me a mess.
I'm a masochist of passion
and my regrets keep me warm
as my spirit, always hollow,
is imprisoned in a stone.
I destroy what I love,
I always run away
if I ever come too close.
You may call it an obsession
and your hate would make sense
but in dreams I only follow
all these thoughts that leave me a mess.
I'm a masochist of passion
and my regrets keep me warm
as my spirit, always hollow,
is imprisoned in a stone.
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