In some ways it's magnificent
In some ways it's a brilliant explosion
That I spend night's repentant
That my days are filled with criticism

Maybe I'm too imperfect
To live in your life of perfection
...that's how it seems to me
Like a wanderer in an empty street
At 2am, cold sheets and a heart half empty
A dead flower and a broken bee

It's a brilliant white light
An implosion inside me
At the thought of somebody
Loving you - that somebody isn't me

So I drown out the noise
Of what you said to them
So I scratch out the vision
Of seeing you again.

I recognised you
As something I could never have
I recognised you
As unrequited love

- Icy-temper