Well focussed but still quite obscure
Maybe it's just paranoia
But I don't trust my own perception anymore
I'd like to see you
But still I'm not that sure
Maybe it's just paranoia
But I don't trust your intentions anymore
But surely you can't claim
This is an accident
But still you can't say
It's all planned
Just like this
Sealed with a phonecall and a kiss
And you're out there
I'm out there too
And whatever I do
It always seems to end up just like it used to
Just the way it goes
I guess will everything just stay the same
Sometimes I get so tired of playing
My own stupid little games
And no matter what I do, no matter what I say
I'll be the one left behind
Mesmering about the angel
That got away

(c) Gore Slut