Magazine - Stuck

In the rush
The rush of my senses
In the heat
The heat of this moment
In the palace of nations
I think i can love you out of weakness
In the heat of this moment i stick myself in laughter
Run for it
I'm running away
Know-it-all
I will return again
Pushing myself so helpless
Hopeless
When i can love you out of weakness
Which of us is to blame!
I'm stupid
I only know enough to get out of the rain
Oh, i really tiptoe, i really tiptoe
Stop
When you cease to amaze me
Take a look
My part in the pattern
I know it'll never matter
So i stick myself in laughter
I may love you out of weakness
Is that what i was afraid of!