play to a man's vanity and you can acheive almost anything.nntell a woman how mirror's call her by namennand you'll have it allnneverythingnnfrom the cross-room glancesnnto reiterated statements of obsessionnna myth of perfect ideals that dont existnnthere's nothing left and i'd love to cut this stringnni would really love a reaffirmed principal to identify thesennoff color jokesnnand trembling fingersnnoh, thats just the blood pressure taking holdnnits so hard to sleepnnbut the pillow's softnnhad me awakennwhile she was not and innwondernnwhere does her breath stop and mine beginnni want to listen, so listen-nnif everyone knew that these words were less than perfectnni wouldnt have to explain myself. oh,nnit doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive mennthats justnnthats just the way of the worldnni'll keep a lock on doorsnnso still, i wait for hearts to stop beatingnntowards the ticking clocknni know these stories destroy and thatsnnprogrammed into these handsnnoh, i lied everytime and-nnif everyone knew that these words were less than perfectnni wouldnt have to explain myself. oh,nnit doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive mennthats justnnthats just the way of the worldnnmanipulation is a tainted face to attatchnnsacred morals for the sake of polar magnetismnnopen ended lines of questioning and i think she'll be the end of menntruly, i hope more than thinknnand my problem resides in the ink i resignnnbut once again, im admiring how commen sense is spentnnand returned as purchased timennive exchanged the currency and still havent gotten minennif everyone knew that these words were less than perfectnni wouldnt have to explain myself. oh,nnit doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive mennthats justnnthats just the way of the world