REFLECTIONS IN A MURKY STREAM
DISTORTED HAZY SCATTERED
IS THE WATER UNCLEAR
DO MY TEARS CLOUD THE IMAGE
GROTESQUE MIS-SHAPEN HORRIFYING
IS IT MY BODY OR MY BROKEN SPIRIT
REALITY BECOMING APPARENT
I DONT WANT TO SEE
IT WAS NEVER ME HE WANTED
IT WAS SECURITY A FREE RIDE
TAKEN IN BY A PRETTY FACE
A WILLING YOUNG BODY
SWAYED BY MY LOINS
BETRAYED BY MY MIND AND MY HEART
NOW I SEEM UNABLE TO DO THAT WHICH NEEDS DOING
CUT HIM LOSE TO SINK OR SWIM
THERES ALWAYS ANOTHER FOOL
HE'LL ALWAYS FIND SOMEONE VULNERABLE
SO WHY DO I HESITATE
WAITING FOR A MIRACLE
PRAYING FOR THAT WHICH SHALL NEVER BE
I LOVE IN VAIN HE DOES NOT LOVE
SO IS THE FOOL HIM OR IS THE FOOL ME?
DISTORTED HAZY SCATTERED
IS THE WATER UNCLEAR
DO MY TEARS CLOUD THE IMAGE
GROTESQUE MIS-SHAPEN HORRIFYING
IS IT MY BODY OR MY BROKEN SPIRIT
REALITY BECOMING APPARENT
I DONT WANT TO SEE
IT WAS NEVER ME HE WANTED
IT WAS SECURITY A FREE RIDE
TAKEN IN BY A PRETTY FACE
A WILLING YOUNG BODY
SWAYED BY MY LOINS
BETRAYED BY MY MIND AND MY HEART
NOW I SEEM UNABLE TO DO THAT WHICH NEEDS DOING
CUT HIM LOSE TO SINK OR SWIM
THERES ALWAYS ANOTHER FOOL
HE'LL ALWAYS FIND SOMEONE VULNERABLE
SO WHY DO I HESITATE
WAITING FOR A MIRACLE
PRAYING FOR THAT WHICH SHALL NEVER BE
I LOVE IN VAIN HE DOES NOT LOVE
SO IS THE FOOL HIM OR IS THE FOOL ME?