(A poem or lyric under construction)
Oh, what can I say?
I'm torturing myself each day
Killing myself each day
And I like it this way
I'm desperately in love
I'm dreaming without hope
Dying in my own obsession
No way to express my passion
Call me crazy, call me mad
It's the loneliness that I dread
Until another angel comes and saves me
I'm vanishing until I'm no more
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