Haven’t they told you I’m a monster when you met me?
I think they still have not found a specific name for it, what I am.
But haven’t they told you that you can not trust the person who is always happy?
Well I’m always happy.
That person does not care about anything.
I do not care about anything.
More importantly, I do not care about you,
And every “I love you” I have so far spoken, always so sincerely,
Because I’m the worst liar in the world, was just a request for you to stay a little longer,
It was just a sign that maybe I feel something at four in the morning when you kiss me or hug me or bite me while you’re falling asleep.
And I’m lying next to you and pretend to sleep because I cannot sleep until the dawn.
Because I’m afraid of my dreams although your breathing calms me.
You said once that I’m yours, but I think I will never be yours when I’m not even here,
When I think about it I don’t know if I’m even mine.
Haven’t they told you what I do to people that I said I love them?
I thought they warned you about the way I always listen and laugh and everything is still good, everything is fine, of course honey that’s okay, I’m not mad, I’m never mad.
How could I be mad when I don’t even care?
And always those “I miss you” as I do not really know yet weather it was true or I just wanted to smell like you.
I thought they told you what eventually happens with the people who heard my “I love you”.
And after all the talks at five in the morning and touches and my lips on yours and my calls and your mind games and those **** walls I never managed to crash, because my walls were equally high, and my words that did not respond to the question “how are you” and yours that equally hid your thoughts and all of my drunken massages,
You do not know weather I was just bored or I really loved you.
Haven’t they told you I’m a monster when you met me?