It isn't you whom I'm attracted to, pretty woman
But rather to all that I've forgotten inside of me
Your beauty is painful, spectacular, and awakening
To see how far have I gone from myself
It isn't you whom I'm running away from, my lovely
I've been running away from myself all those years
I realize that someone else resides within me
Blinded by the light and chooses the darkness
Who is it that speaks from within me,
My self-destruction or the real me?
Why do I want what I don't have?
Why is it, that what I do have, isn't enough?
It's not enough for me
Not enough for me
Not enough...