You fell in my life like cool water in my mouth...
and I partook of you until my thirst was quenched
...feeling you run over my tongue and down my throat
great swallows spilling over as my lips were drenched
Then I changed...
...and became that I thought
you wanted me
and I was ...
Once again I began to feel my thirst for you...
then found my well had long run dry -
without a single drop left it left me parched
just a faint echo of the question why
So I change...
... and become what you
for you despise
.... which is really me