i descend from my perspective   no longer the collective   and i'm watching myself   make a bid on my love   and i could hate her for what she does   if i thought that's who she was   but i know now more than ever   that this segment reaches the center      and if i could open her eyes   she could unite me   with her circumference   and if i could open her eyes   she could be with me   as it all crashes down      i can tell by her eyes   that she's been abused   but i think she finds comfort   in being used   she's found a way to kill the pain   that's eating at her heart   and if she doesn't take control   this devil will tell her soul apart      up close you can see   it's become routine   and the bruises can faintly be seen   'cause the make-up on her arms   isn't thick enough to hide the marks      she comes close   then backs away   she's paid to tease me in this way   please come close   don't go away   i'd reach for her   she's just say      don't touch me   maybe we can negotiate      and if i could open her eyes   she could unite me   with her circumference   and if i could open her eyes   she could be with me   as the tower crashes down