mental illness

i am sick and tired of missing you....
love is a mental illness....

everybody asked "why do you love him?"
the one who doesn't bother to love you as much as you love him
the one who doesn't care when you're in pain for missing him

i dont know, i dont know how, i dont know why
i dont care either....i simply feel...

is it love? is it infatuation? or obsession?
maybe it is love......and infatuation....and obsession....
why does it has to be you?... i dont know...i dont care..i simply feel

aren't you sick and tired too?

why can we just love?
pure and simple love.....holding on to each other

i am ill.......for loving you
for wishing you are here with me now.....

Why Should I Cry for you?

Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Faroe

Under the Artic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?

All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting in empty seas
For all my days remaining

But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over the godless sea
Mountains of endless falling
For all my days remaining

What would be true?

Sometimes I see your face
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say
That, "I loved you in my fashion"?

What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?