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I hope you don't cry tonight.

I hope you don't feel too lonely, in your sheets,

thinking about the heat of my betrayl rising off of his lips.

I'm sorry.  You must forgive me for this,

among so many things, like the fact that I have loved before.

I have turned into you, and can only say in a sad voice

I am not a perfect person.

The blood is pounding in my head as I admit it-

yes, i have lied to you for so long.

yes, i took his body and it was wrong.

but i have a feeling if i lose you i won't have enough time to regret it,

enough breath to draw in before I'm ready and restless.

Oh this spirit is fierce.

There is nothing that it can't pierce,

finding ways to seek and destroy,

but i never meant to hurt you boy.

Although, I guess I did.

All I can say is this-

I am far from a perfect person.

We should end, because I cannot let go,

or say no.

But stay my friend too.

And love me in that infuriating way you do.