I’ve been here, at this now   An accumulation of arousing emotions   The same back and forth   The same yet different   I suppose      A sensation of spontaneously unrestrained infatuation      Ideal   But inconsistent as well   I’ve become used to   Your change in character   You can’t offer love with a half-held heart         At times exists a mood   An ambiance precise (a precise pretense)   Then true of my own forecast   A transpiration to your most darkened facade      There comes an existing tirade of such absolute bewilderment   What are you?      Ideal   But inconsistent as well   I’ve become used to   Your change in character   You can’t offer love   You’re spoiled   can’t offer love (You’re so spoiled)      It’s a shame...   It’s a shame I care too much for you      So ideal   But inconsistent as well   I’ve become used to   Your change in character   You can’t offer love with a half-held heart      So Ideal   But inconsistent as well   I’ve become used to   Your change in character   You can’t offer love when you’re spoiled      Can’t offer love   You're so spoiled (Can’t offer love)   You're so spoiled