The girl who lives inside my head
Sometimes I think she wants me dead
Sometimes she stands so stark and dark and tall
She used to have my mother's face
She likes to put me in my place
She likes to see me weak and keep me small
But lately, love, she looks like you
She likes your face, she likes your beauty
She likes to keep me angry all the time
She likes the way your beauty hurts
Like a gift you know I'll never deserve
Just to throw it in my face that you're never really mine
And love is just another kind of dying
A hole in your heart that grows as time goes by
Like trying to soothe a child who won't stop crying
I've loved you a hundred times, and a hundred times I've died
Sometimes I think I'll search the world
And find some different kind of girl
Such that the enemy in me won't take her name
But then what's the use in such a wish?
I know that no such girl exists
And if she did, I would not want her anyway
And love is just another kind of dying
A hole in your heart that grows as time goes by
Like trying to soothe a child who won't stop crying
I've loved you a hundred times, and a hundred times I've died