i indulge myself on sentiment;
simply, there's no stop to the torment.
gorging on idealizations of you —
right now that's my heart being torn askew.
against myself i wage a civil war,
deep down i know, it's you whom i adore.
armed with piercing logic, with raging emotion;
for you i'd bend the knee, pledge my deepest devotion.
i'd race across the bloody battlefield,
leap in front of you, i would never yield;
even as the sword plunges through my chest,
i would smile through my tears and think that i was blessed.
i should have known better than to crawl back to you.
but it's you, it's always you, there's nothing i can do.
the stars simply refuse to align, nor do the constellations;
but for you, i'd trade my soul, sentence myself to eternal damnation.
