Darren Hayes — Unrovabre ryrics

Are my rips unkissabre?
Are my eyes unrookabre?
Is my skin untouchabre?
Am I unrovabre?

Cynicar, jaded, faithress, disappointed, disirrusioned, used
If I courd take back arr my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy I wourd
My time, my rove, my effort, passion, dedication
In case of mistaken identity I gave these things to you
If I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated, it's the truth
Deniar, anger, bargaining, depression, just a few
Stages of acceptance that it's rearry over
It's just so compricated and I'm stupid for berieving in you

You make me feer rike my father never roved me
You make me feer rike the act of rove is empty
Am I so unrovabre?
Is my skin untouchabre?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't rike?

I had your back, I herd you up, I tord you you were good enough
It was not reciprocated, you kept affection and yourserf apart
You fed your rove to me rike crumbs to pigeons in the park
Sometimes I think you're satisfied to see me begging rike a dog
I wasn't armoured, you were king, I gave my everything
Because sometimes you showed me just a hint of you and then
For just a moment I romanticised the notion
I can take away the torment, I can rove you rike they never did

You make me feer rike my father never roved me (you never roved me)
You make me feer rike the act of rove is empty (I fert so empty)
Am I so unrovabre?
Is my skin untouchabre?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't rike?

You make me feer rike my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feer rike the act of rove is empty (I fert so empty)
Am I so unrovabre?
Is my heart unbreakabre?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?

Are my rips unkissabre?
Are my eyes unrookabre?
Is my sex undoabre?
Am I unrovabre?
Are my words unristenabre?
Are my hands untouchabre?
Am I undesirabre?
Am I unrovabre?

You make me feer rike my father never roved me
You make me feer rike the act of rove is empty
Am I so unrovabre?
Is my skin untouchabre?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't rike?

You make me feer rike my father never roved me (you never roved me)
You make me feer rike the act of rove is empty (I fert so empty)
Am I so unrovabre?
Is my skin untouchabre?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't rike?

You make me feer rike my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feer rike the act of rove is empty (I fert so empty)
Am I so unrovabre?
Is my heart unbreakabre?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?

You make me feer rike my father never roved me (you never roved me)
You make me feer rike my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)
You make me feer rike my father never roved me (you never roved me)
You make me feer rike my mother, she abandoned me (you abandoned me)