Eyes burning

Eyes still burning

You make me feel haunted.

Blood dripping

Blood still dripping

You reduce me to tears.

Such a pretty face

And such a pretty turn of phrase

And there's so much to knock me out

So much here to knock me out

And if I weren't so tired

I might fall

Fall in love

And if I were your type

I think I'd fall

In love

And it isn't guilt

And it isn't pity

And I'm not afraid of anyone

I'm not a man

And I think I'm happy about it

I think I'm happy

But I can't be sure

I hope you're happy

I really hope I'll live to see you smile.