A glance, a touch from you I now know,

Is nothing but your cruel idea of fun.

You take a person's heart and 'help it grow'.

Only to turn on them your shining gun.

For that I have every reason to hate,

Your being right down to your very core.

I should lock you up and shut the gate

Instead I find myself loving you even more.

You see I find, somewhere beyond the cruel exterior,

A heart that beats and a soul that can love.

Why, oh why would you do this to me?

Your soul, your being runs through every vein.

Like a lonely ghost my mind shall never be,

Alive and I shall suffer with love, my pain.

A glance, a touch from you I now know,

Still makes me blush and I feel my heart grow.