I Can't

Why run, when you can walk?
Why scream, when you can talk?
Why walk, when you can crawl?
Why paint, when you can draw?

Where is, it you're trying to go?
Where is, the place you don't wanna know?
Where is, the place where you were born?
Where is, the place you keep warm?

Who is she, the girl who you love?
Who is she, the girl you compare to a dove?
Who is she, the pretty lady you adore?
Who is she, the lady you walk with on the shore?

What it it, the story you're trying to tell?
What is it, the lie you're trying to sell?
What is it, that's keeping you out of bed at night?
What will it take, for you to see the light?

How can you, stop this madness?
How can you, stop this sadness?
How can you, move on?
How can you, let her be gone?

I run, so I get there quicker.
I scream, so my voice is louder.
I walk, because I hold myself high.
I paint, because it shows my mind's eye.

It's the place you dread.
'Cause there, I'll be dead.
I was born on a mountain.
I keep warm far from the fountain.

She is the girl you hate.
Yes, she's the one who's always fashionably late.
She is the girl I can't live without.
She is the girl I'll marry without a doubt.

The story is one you cannot deny.
The lie is one that is not of a sigh.
It is the longing to see again her face.
That I see her crimson hair flow down her lace.

Only if you, get me what I want.
Only if she, comes back to me without haunt.
I can't, I did bind to her myself.
I can't, her absence blows the dust off my shelf.