Losing My Head

Me, suffering, incomplete, I'm some kind of freak,
in between the sheets we are afraid to speak.
She, servant of my disease, seeing all things bleed,
I can hardly breathe when she is beating me,
I, confined inside this mind, crying out in spite,
taught by all the lies and dying all the time.
You, your virtue holds no truth, losing through and through,
what are we to do? I think you're killing you.

I'm losing my head! (I can't believe we're tasting this again).
Oh God, not again!

She bleeds for only me, never will she see
what it's like to need yet her heart beats for me.
Thee, celestial, bittersweet,
free from me, displeased.
The fear inside her stills and I become heavenly.
Me, ugly from the three, what should I be?
Undeniably we live to feed the grief.
Trust, beautiful luscious lush, just because we must,
just because we lust I think we're killing us.

I'm losing my head! (I can't believe we're tasting this again).
Oh God, not again!

And I wish all the girls would like me,
and I wish she was all about me.

'Cuz' I'm losing my head, she said this shit is colder than dead
when she's lying on her back, legs spread on the bed.
Bled red, fed lies, cry, die, despise.
Lose my mind while I try to find why it wasn't all mine.
This is what I get.

I'm losing my head! (I can't believe we're tasting this again).
Oh God, not again!

And I wish she...

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