Sometimes I think I hear your voice Feel your hand in mine It damaged my perception Like a gla** of poisoned wine I'm clinging on to a dream of you And I don't know what's real The only thing I know now Is the hunger that I feel (Psychotic) I hope you didn't mean the words you said 'Cause being all alone is like being dead I thought that you would forever be my man But I guess if I can't have you, no one can