Could it be someone is controlling me?
Could it be that my mind is playing tricks on me?
Taking me to a higher peak than extacy?
Could it be the soft mellow flow
That makes this girl not want to leave but she knows she has to go?
Is it something that makes me beg yes when I should say no?
Oh what at tangled web we weave
When we stay when we are told to leave
Until we reach our highest peak
But in the end a sad story it has to be
Because what we thought was love was lust and pain that followed we did not see.