I’ve been here, at this nownAn accumulation of arousing emotionsnThe same back and forthnThe same yet differentnI supposennA sensation of spontaneously unrestrained infatuationnnIdealnBut inconsistent as wellnI’ve become used tonYour change in characternYou can’t offer love with a half-held heartnnnAt times exists a moodnAn ambiance precise (a precise pretense)nThen true of my own forecastnA transpiration to your most darkened facadennThere comes an existing tirade of such absolute bewildermentnWhat are you?nnIdealnBut inconsistent as wellnI’ve become used tonYour change in characternYou can’t offer lovenYou’re spoiledncan’t offer love (You’re so spoiled)nnIt’s a shame...nIt’s a shame I care too much for younnSo idealnBut inconsistent as wellnI’ve become used tonYour change in characternYou can’t offer love with a half-held heartnnSo IdealnBut inconsistent as wellnI’ve become used tonYour change in characternYou can’t offer love when you’re spoilednnCan’t offer lovenYou're so spoiled (Can’t offer love)nYou're so spoiled