I could repress myself.
I could deceive you.
I only fear that you would be so far away.
I could have pleased myself by only hurt you.
But I’m not like you, I don’t like acting that way.
I’m nowhere.
I could express myself.
I could intrigue you.
I only fear that you would be so far away.
I could impress myself by only threatening you.
But I’m not like you, I don’t like acting that way.
I’m nowhere.
You always seem to believe love is the ultimate greed.
You always take what you need, then walk away.
It’s just a dream inside a dream.
Nothing you see is what it seems.
You’ve got a vision of things I wish I’d hate.
I’m nowhere.