It was that easy, really- he loves me with all his crooked, fragile heart- But it was something, Something I could not bear with my dying soul- still aching, still lost.
But still, lead him on, lead him on, He is a friend, and in the end, no one wants to be alone;
He loves me, for who I'm not, And it's okay; he is a friend, and I can't let him go.