tightened muscles
no more breathing
i feel diseased
but the doctor says i'm living
find my words
in all the wrong order
i'm speaking to
the heaven's daughter
is this called love
or is it just pretend?
i find it hard to believe
that this is how it all ends
i cannot see
through all of the panic
there's something wrong
with all of my mechanics
my body's making
all these strange noises
my mind is plagued
by negative voices
is this called love
or is it just pretend?
i find it hard to believe
that this is how it all ends
i'm not used
to all of this attention
i want to fight off
all of your affections
i'm going into
autopilot
as i tread on
beautiful violets
this is called love
nothing i can comprehend
i would never have guessed
that this is how it all ends
