Who am I to you?
I have never tasted your light,
But only ever felt my blight.

Who am I to you?
I fear you will leave me
And I will be left to grieve
For it has happened once before,
And you might do it again once more.

Who am I to you?
Will he answer me true?
I fear he will bid me adieu...

Who am I to you?
Will you forsake me again?
Will I become a stain?

He is unreadable,
And I am left to wonder,
Who am I to you?