How can I be mad at you? All the fault is mine.
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All my hope all my love, I laid it on the line.
But these things are things that are better kept inside,
Trust and need, my frailty that I should learn to hide.
You see something so tender, laid out right before you
You shred me all to pieces, what else could you do?
The fragile web of spirit, rendered beyond hope,
The wracking sobs my dying dreams, and I will never cope.
And there you stand, smiling, laughing at my grief.
Taunting me, teasing me, denying me relief
But itís all because of me, and my aching eyes
I can never see my love, I have to seek out lies.
Itís the search that kills me, so why do I still seek?
Imagined hands, lips kissing me, caresses on my cheek
But this is never what I find, so I fall for it again
And until I finally get it, my torment never ends.