Sick -  Eric J Goetz

You make me sick
beautiful lines and curves
and cigarette smoke
whispering 'round your sensual lips

and would I not long to touch those gracious hips
were I not afraid of you.

You make me mad
a simple smile
pure as gold
marred by dark thoughts
running through that silky hair

and I just can't see why you just can't see
that you should be more like me.

Look away, I don't care.
I'm not sure I'd really want to
fill my mind, fill the air
with unwholesome dreams of staying here with you.

You make me sad.
A perfect spirit
trapped inside
a messed up pysche,
tryin' to run from the fear
and the past

And she said you'd say if I'll only stay...
but I know it would never last.

You make me tired
of fighting everyone around
hold me breath
while I hurry past those beautiful legs.

If only I could make you see my way,
that'd be your lucky day.

Look away, I don't care.
I'm not sure I'd really want to
lose my mind, I don't dare
to open up and let you see inside my

inner soul.
I control
what I like and I know it's not you
stay away.  everyday.
You don't know my and I won't risk loving you.

Copyright 2005 Eric J Goetz  All rights reserved.