This House Is Colder Than You Think

Cannot evoke sadness from a fictitious allusion Time wasted to perfect something that was unique I could never personify what you embody Was it shame or regret, fear or your lust? And when you come back, Because we all know you will There will be nothing left for you to fall back on No wonder that you left, No wonder that you ran away Halting memories everywhere that you turn Never end; cease; this embedded code Infect me, possess me Will you crawl on hands and knees? Will you beg and plead? If nothing else in my dreams When you're stabbing me It was nice to see your face Hear your voice curse my name