I write a song for you, and sing it in my sleep. of all the things i've made, there's none that you can keep. was it wrong to try and live my life alone? to keep my distance from the people that i've known? if you wrote a song for me, i wouldn't know what to say. but it's never going to happen, anyway.
Torturina, you've got me on your rack. one magic kiss from you, and there's no turning back, but i knew that long before we met. i'm not dead yet. torturina, torture on.
Every night it seems i'm screaming in my sleep. i've got a lot to give, but nothing that you need. was it a bad idea to show you all i've shown? is it wrong to want to not be alone? the stars in my eyes have faded. how did i get so jaded? thank you for the apathy you've aptly demonstrated.
Your star in the sky, it glows. your pedestal could not be low. but everything you're thinking is the opposite of what you show. i see you when i close my eyes, a hundred times your normal size. you're crushing me as you ignore my cries.