A forceful grip by the arm ripping her away into my arms That's what I ought to do Either that or give in Either that or spend each day in a limbo of doubt Watching her slip away These eyes of mine could pierce into hers Straight through her breast and out the back of her head Instead they're shooting aimlessly like a drunken gunman After all that might be exactly what I am A spectator of first attractions Of discreet caresses Of lustful eyes disguised as intimate conversation Blindly convinced that I am in control of how everything will turn out in the end Turn out in the end Turn out in the end How everything will turn out in the end And in the end a state of feeling limited by my own mind body and soul
While still being convinced that I contain some kind of godlike charm Some kind of godlike charm Godlike charm Thinking I'm only held back by the imperfection of my surroundings Of course it isn't true Of course it isn't true Of course it isn't true Of course it isn't true It isn't true I was born in an equal state of self-adoration and hate Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché Cliché And sitting here across the aspiring sharers of intimacy Halvly convinced that the eyes of the girls secretly wanders upon me Living in doubt Living in doubt A life of doubt Living in doubt