The Ultimate Narcissist

There is a sorrow for his suffering
It grips him follows him through the streets of London
For without her he is without god

You have to understand I’m jealous of everything that moves

With obsession he takes her hand
There is a sorrow to his suffering through the streets of London

Detached from the banality of men who dwell in lesser ideals
Evoking a sense of her forming his diary of hate

You have to understand I’m jealous of everything that moves

With desire encapsulates her

She deceived as much as she loved but with just her step he forgives
He wanted her for a lifetime left only with his hatred

No longer does he suffer residing deep within her yet when parted reduced to a nihilist
With obsession he takes her hand
With desire encapsulates her