I'd begun to plan things different than what was in your head.
Solemnly, I stared into your soul as you slept upon our bed.
Should I rouse this dormant beast, or let it sleep in peace?
Give the man his freedom. But what about my needs?
I never meant to complicate; what we had was going great.
It's beyond control; it's mother nature making me feel this way.
I thought I had rid myself from religious plots.
It amazes even me to find out that I'd need your promise of eternity.
I am trying to shed this previous notion of what our culture says I should.
It's not doing any good at this point in time.
I'm going crazy in the woods.
I could be alone.
You tell me we're forever, so please explain the fear of ceremoniously blessing our love;
proclaiming it for all to hear.
You're not the one to blame. I know it's me who's changed.
But I'm asking you to come with me.
Help me through this vulnerability.
Who is the girl you love?
Who is this girl you love?
She takes the form of me and even goes by my name,
but are her and I the same?
How do you see me when I cannot see myself?
Instability, insatiable needs; you better lock this love before I flee.
No, wait; leave out the pressure. Lets just go on being 'cause you're exactly what I need.