Tormented beyond measure, yet there is no way out.
I can’t resume normality, there’s nothing to be done!
I knew of this eventuality, this horrible depravity
I do know I need out
But there is no respite
I am in severe doubt
Of my capacity to love again
Of the ability to find peace
Keenly aware of your incapacity to love me
Equally certain of my own deceptive faith
I persist as a mere plaything in your hands
Twisted out of shape and turned to benefit
Stagnant I remain, unaware of what awaits
Gone beyond extremes of my own imagination
I am held captive by my worst follies
Yet I am inexplicably bound to you
Despite my inevitable miseries