I feel my bones shaking in terror
as soon as my eyes laid on you.
I've never seen such a beautiful view,
but this view slowly became scarier.

Loving you was walking on eggshells;
I never knew when the day would come
when you'd love me, or think I'm dumb.
We were always parallels.

But who am I to take control?
Who am I to tell you no?
My self-worth's never been so low —
and that's never been my goal.

Each day my heart would break;
your self-admiration grew,
and each day I'd sink into humiliation.
God, I've never seen a love more fake.

I never complained — how could I?
And I never wondered why,
and day by day my love was drained.

But, baby, I forever won't complain,
for my goal was always to protect your heart;
for my love was beyond respect.
So your worshipper I shall always remain.

That's my curse