Lie To Me.

Constantly tormented by thoughts unknown.
Only truth is that I am disgusted and alone.
Helplessly awaiting for fantasy to seek in.
Captivated only by the yearning to sin.
Let it be. Let it be.
Lie to me. Lie to me.
Allow me to feel whole for a while.
Even though I know I will be defiled.
It's hurting. It's burning.
A longing that is not truly wanted.
One that makes me feel taunted.
Unrequited love... unrequited love.
Etching into my heart.
Encasing my soul.
Lift my hopes up high,
Then drop me without a good-bye.
Let it be. Let it be.
Lie to me. Lie to me.
Don't let me see what I don't believe.
Keep me thinking there is no need to grieve.
Thinking he will always just want me.
A thought that allows me to stay, not flee.
Let it be. Let it be.
Lie to me. Lie to me.
Don't let me see...
What I don't believe.