Every night I have
These appalling dreams
And every day I sleep alone
What if I don't find
My heart in this town?
What if I am on my own?
We say that we love
But we stay on our own
You make me want
To write masterpieces
But you prevent me
From doing so
You make me want
To pen desperate novels
But you prevent me from doing so
Cause you would never be mine
So it would never be right
It wouldn't be art
You would never be mine
So it would never be right
It wouldn't be art
No
Just torture
You make me want
To write masterpieces
But you prevent me
From doing so
You make me want
To pen desperate novels
But you prevent me
From doing so
And will it end right?
