The days that you're gone, I can't stand the silence, The hours that you're here, I can't stand your presence, The starlight that shone from your eyes in the beginning, Now blinds me with hate for you and all women, The ties that should bind I want to cut into pieces, The paper I signed collects dirt in it's creases, But while you're away I can't stand the longing, I detest being tied down but love the belonging. It's strange how this change in our relations brings you nearer, It's wierd how I fear for our position is much clearer, I understand that it's underhanded to want to desert you, But every time you're here then I'm filled with a need to hurt you, It's only one thing that stops me from commiting murder, And that's the thought of losing you and I can't go no further, ('Cos) I love you, miss ogyny (X4)