My dear psychotic,
you look at me
as if you own me,
as if I 've ever been
your possession.
To your cold blue eyes
I 'm reflecting ugly and small.
You have no right on me!
You gave me some,
I gave you your world.
You insist your world is mine too.
That's wrong,
at liest there is a place
completely mine.
My paradise is warm and wellcoming.
There is a real lover there,
who is looking at me
as if I was his fairy,
who is thinking I have needs too,
who is making me feel worthy.
Take your pills and try
to bear my loneliness...
Don't worry!
I have nothing but a dream
anymore.
You can break it anytime you wish.