your invisible shadow paints phantom dreams on my wall and freezing tears burn my cheeks it's these moments when i wish i had kept my heart in its cage and it's these moments that i hate myself for loving you can't i stop? won't i stop? please help me i can't help myself any more [any more.. any more.. any more..] and i want to close my eyes to the relfection of a whore [whore.. whore.. whore..] but the feeling of the body i hate still lingers and the world spins without me to catch up i miss you i miss you k that sucks. i wrote it off the top of my head. aahhhh. i hate my writing.