Torturing
This aching depth
Could I have collided with you?
Yes!
But your hands aren't warm enough
They have worked themselves to the bone
I care oh how I care
But you won't have a fit for me
Won't have a fist for me
I'm down
Proclaiming how I've been beaten
Dealings
Is it over yet?
I'm still unhappy
Oh if you could see
The way I look at you in my dreams
The way I look at you in my thoughts
Maybe then
You'd know I could never cause you pain.