How can you play
With denial,
The only thing you feel
Addicted to fun
Burnt by the sun
The eyes I admire
Slaves of desire
Instead of beauty I see
Only a rage of ecstacy
How can you feel
Only denial,
The thing you play with
Though with passion you burn
Reality is you are lovelorn
The life you search for
Makes me want you even more
I hear you crying
Everytime I am dying
How can you deny
The only thing
You play with...
Feel, my dear
