I can no longer hide my discontent
Even though I haven’t made it clearly evident
Dissatisfaction has been growing for sometime
These cancerous feelings can no longer stay benign

I can no longer give you something that I haven’t got
And I can no longer be someone that I’m not
I’ve done everything possible to make you understand
You just can’t accept that this is who I am

It feels like your hands they’re wrapped around my throat
And slowly I’m starting to choke
Why do you insist on suffocating me?
But you tell me you love me
     Put me out of my misery

When we make love you make me feel like a necrophiliac
You’re so stiff and cold like a corpse lying on your back
Like a coroner performing an autopsy
You’re so unemotional; you’re so distant from me

It feels like your hands they’re wrapped around my throat
And slowly I’m starting to choke
Why do you insist on suffocating me?
But you tell me you love me
     Put me out of my misery

I thought this was everything I had ever wanted
Until I found out how your soul was haunted
By the ghost of an abandoned soul that long ago had died
By committing emotional suicide

It feels like your hands they’re wrapped around my throat
And slowly I’m starting to choke
Why do you insist on suffocating me?
But you tell me you love me
     Put me out of my misery