I've been here, at this now
An accumulation of arousing emotions
The same back and forth
The same yet different
I suppose
A sensation of spontaneously unrestrained infatuation
Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love with a half-held heart
At times exists a mood
An ambiance precise (a precise pretense)
Then true of my own forecast
A transpiration to your most darkened facade
There comes an existing tirade of such absolute bewilderment
What are you?
Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love
You're spoiled
can't offer love (You're so spoiled)
It's a shame...
It's a shame I care too much for you
So ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love with a half-held heart
So Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I've become used to
Your change in character
You can't offer love when you're spoiled
Can't offer love
You're so spoiled (Can't offer love)
You're so spoiled