54 acessos
I love your projection but I don't love you
Your perceived perfection though it's just not true
I want an escape and tonight that's you
You are my victim, you are my muse
Just one specimen of a multitude
I want a cliché I can click on cue
Psychosocial
Give me all access, give me what I want
The compassionship of your tableau vivants
I'm entertained until I'm not
Psychosocial
You don't call, you don't write
It's like I don't even know you
You don't look, you never reply
And you won't cos I'm a psychosocial