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.