Текст: Fell Far Behind. Reaching The Red Line. Miss Hyde.

I?ve been here, at this now
An accumulation of arousing emotions
The same back and forth
The same yet different
I suppose

A sensation of spontaneously unrestrained infatuation

Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I?ve become used to
Your change in character
You can?t offer love with a half-held heart

At times exists a mood
An ambiance precise (a precise pretense)
Then true of my own forecast
A transpiration to your most darkened facade

There comes an existing tirade of such absolute bewilderment
What are you?

Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I?ve become used to
Your change in character
You can?t offer love
You?re spoiled
can?t offer love (You?re so spoiled)

It?s a shame...
It?s a shame I care too much for you

So ideal
But inconsistent as well
I?ve become used to
Your change in character
You can?t offer love with a half-held heart

So Ideal
But inconsistent as well
I?ve become used to
Your change in character
You can?t offer love when you?re spoiled

Can?t offer love
You're so spoiled (Can?t offer love)
You're so spoiled