Is this what you call love?
This endless and insatiable
Smothering pursuit of me
You think that this is love?

I'm sorry that you're lonely
I'm sorry that you want me as you do
I'm sorry that I fail to feel
The way you want me to feel

I'm sorry that you're ill
I'm sorry you're in pain
I'm sorry that you aren't beautiful

But yes, I wish you'd go away
And leave me alone

Everywhere I turn, there you are
This is not love
Just some kind of obsession

Will you never learn when too far is too far
Have you no concern
For what I want, what I feel?
Love is what you earn and return

When you care for another
So much that the other's set free
Don't you see?
Can't you understand?

Love's not a constant demand
It's a gift you bestow
Love isn't sudden surrender
It's tender and slow, it must grow

Yet everywhere I go
You appear or I know you are near
This is now love just a need for possession

Call it what you will
This is not love, this is a reverse
Like a curse, something out of control
I've begun to fear
For my soul