SHALLOW

The coldest thing in life

Can bring you down

So many times I’ve tried

To make you frown

The curses of doom by stabbing you

Will bring my feelings out

The tragedy of loving me

Can condone me without doubt

But why else would it be so fun to do

To hear those people talk about me and you

I’ve had these feelings before; the energy of death

The traumatic pain, it’s all in the mind

Around and around it goes

Watching the work, observing the goals

The threats that have been put on to me will be no more

The power I penetrate through the flesh will be so passionate and devoted

That you will ask for more

Lyrics by Anastasia  copyright 1997, all rights reserved