And I just wish there was more to menthan this lust.nBut you, you're a much better personnI just wish there was more to you than this love.nBut I believe in this painnI believe in their suffering nlike i believe that heros are securing us completelynnFor the end of my true thoughts are finally siftingnbut it's too late, you know it, it always isntoo good at pretending in situations like these.nNo, No, No they don't existnnShe's a television, She's pages in my magazinenyou were born as a convenience to fill a small page in my self-esteemnShe was untounchable, she was inaccesiblenSo i made you, I made you up nTonight you're so much better wrapped up in fantasynnYour eyes painted her indescriptionnMy tongue shot out blanks for the word AmmunitionnShe painted another one of those mixed messages on the insidenof my mind, my mind, my mind.nnShe's a television, She's pages in my magazinenyou were born as a convenience to fill a small page in my self-esteemnShe was untounchable, she was inaccesiblenSo i made you, I made you up nTonight you're so much better wrapped up in fantasynnAnd I just wish there was more to menthan this lust.nBut you, you're a much better personnI just wish there was more to you than this love.nBut I believe in this painnI believe in their suffering nlike i believe that heros are securing us completelynnI believe that heros are securing us completely.n