Fell Far Behind Miss Hyde
I've been here, at this now
An accumulation of arousing emotions
The same back and forth
The same yet different
I suppose
A sensation of spontaneously unrestrained infatuation
Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love with a half-held heart
At times exists a mood
An ambiance precise (a precise pretence)
Then true of my own forecast
A transpiration to your most darkened fa'ade
There comes an aggressive tirade of such absolute bewilderment
What are you?
Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love
You're spoiled
It's a Shame I care so much for you
Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love with a half-held heart
Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love
You're spoiled
You can't offer love
So spoiled
