My mind is more messed up than I thought, my heart is much more bruised and yet I deny the truth of my jealousy 'cos I'm sick of feeling used. Waiting, hoping for a sign that what's forbidden can be mine, I just want what I can't have and it chokes me every time. Yet you continue to fuck with my mind and heart...It must be true that love is blind, 'cause we can barely see that what we are doing will tear us apart
