running with scissors

never encountered a person
who's as complicated and confused as you
of what is love and what is lust
eventually the latter became your virtue

you became the epitome of a typical guy
always chasing skirts and have one thing in mind
please prove me otherwise
i can't stand another minute
to guide and fight and pray with all my might

i'm tired love, of this thing we keep on doing
it ain't good for me and you
do you feel the same? or am I the only one?
please don't let it be true

i might have to do this you know
i might just have to be brave
for my sake, for my relief
i can't wait for you forever
or change would never ever occur