The season is dead.
The morning has risen.
My feelings are bare.
Life seems unfair.

The season is dead.
Love's not for me.
My feelings are bare.
I just sit in my chair.

The morning has risen.
Love sick forever and always.
Life seems unfair.
He doesn't care.

Love's not for me.
To him I'm just a fantasy.
I just sit in my chair.
Our continuous romantic affair.

Love sick forever and always.
I came down from my high.
He doesn't care.
Every time I hit a snare.

To him I'm just a fantasy.
I'm not part of his reality.
Our continuous romantic affair.
Make me real if you dare.

I came down from my high.
He is my addiction.
Every time I hit a snare.
Him and his dark hair.

I'm not part of his reality.
I want him to be a part of mine.
Make me real if you dare.
We'd make a nymphatic pair.

He is my addiction.
My sensual desire.
Him and his dark hair.
You make me gasp for air.

I want him to be part of mine.
He won't let me in.
We'd make a nymphatic pair.
If only love was fair.

My sensual desire.
An intellectual.
You make me gasp for air.
Realizing my intentions, you scare.

He won't let me in.
He thinks he's protecting something.
If only love was fair.
Affinity in your aspiring stare.

An intellectual.
A person I know inside and out.
Realizing my intentions, you scare.
Descriptions like Hemingway's, compare.

He thinks he's protecting something.
Wondering what he truly wants.
Affinity in your aspiring stare.
A connection I can't tear.

A person I know inside and out.
Predicting even your thoughts.
Descriptions like Hemingway's, compare.
Makes you think, "not fair."

Wondering what he truly wants.
Wish you'd just tell me.
A connection I can't tear.
Then I wouldn't be in such despair.

Predicting even your thoughts.
Fantastic images.
Makes you think, "not fair."
A myriad of emotions to spare.

Wish you'd just tell me.
You're my intoxicating mystery.
Then I wouldn't be in such despair.
Let me know you care.