When will this stop?

Don't you know that I can't feel anything
Except for what I have read about in stories
Like a sunrise that highlights
A strange romance I'm missing out on
With all those emotions held up for me
I'm sure there is grief for me to feed on

Take this life away from me
Because I've stolen what I need
Building fairy tales is easy
With you for inspiration
The rest is drawn by a fabricated imagination
That puts the pieces together in a new direction

Keep your secrets far from me
Hide your memories away
If you want to keep them
I'm the criminal keeper of nightmares
The holder of your desire
I'll steal all your precious dreams
Becuase I'm the thief of the worst proportions
I'm an artist
Our Planned Failure