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Being any name they give me
A little unbalanced is slightly pleasing.
It is to my pure acquisition.
Insanity is such an inclination.
Such a sweet bit of pulchritudinous
That I could hope for nothing less.

I swear I'm not erratic.
I'm just hopelessly in love.
Can no one comprehend that
Because all their love is gone?

I've lost all my antipathy
That seems to keep our world breathing.
Now when they look at me
Then all they see is fidelity.
Why all the enmity?
All I say is my loyalty will always be
With my one and only devotion.
The infatuation, yearning, and passion
For him, always burning in me.
I've lost sight of my animosity
That I developed living in a falsity
Called our hideous reality.

I swear I'm not erratic.
I'm just hopelessly in love.
Can no one comprehend that
Because all their love is gone?

Love is so very respendent.
How can they call it repugnant?
Why do they shy away from the beauty
And trap themselves within the unlovely?
Are we so timid to things
That promise not to make us bleed?
I'm positive that I'm sanguine.
All I can do is try to explain what I mean.
But if you judge my sanity
And if you give me the label insane
I fear that you will never understand
The meaning of his name.
God.

I swear I'm not erratic
I'm just hopelessly in love.
Can no one comprehend that
Because all their love is gone?

I'll stick with their thoughts
That I'm out of the realm of reason.
I'll hope that the crimson staining
Won't utterly destroy them.
I'll pray they can find the light
Before the beauty is completely
And detailedly out of sight.
And if they never reach
The climax of purity
All I can possibly do
Is say that I'm truly sorry.

I swear I'm not erratic.
I'm just hopelessly in love.
Can no one comprehend that
Because all their love is gone?










****My inspiration was Usaga****