I’m losing you, I know.
You seem so distant,
and your heart seems so obscure.
I’m losing you, you know.
You like me, sure,
but you’re incredibly persistant
in making me feel raw
and totally alone.
My limbs are lead,
my heart is stone,
my love is useless,
my soul is nailed onto a burning throne
of something that resembles your compassion
and this defeat of love is eating me alive.
Is this the latest fashion?
Is it supposed to be okay to let me down like that?
Is it supposed to make you feel alright to see me sad?
I’m losing you, I know,
and it is dragging me below
to where I wish I could forget your face,
and your hypnotic, god forsaken grace
that took away my soul.