Never Wanted Anyone More Than I Wanted You

He seems dressed in all of me. Stretched across my shame.
All the torment and the pain, leak through and covered me.
I'd do anything to have him to myself, just to have him for myself.
Now I don't know what to do ... When he makes me sad.

He is everything to me. The unrequited dream.
A song that no one sings. The unattainable.
He's a myth that I have to believe in. All I need to make it real is one more reason.
And I don't know what to do ... When he makes me sad.

He is everything and more... The solemn hypnotic.
My Dahlia, bathed in possesion.
I get nervous, perverse, when I see him - it's worse.
But the stress is astounding.
It's now or never: He's coming home... Forever!