Hide your dark fantasies
Because here we may never speak
I had a piece of you once but that piece has changed;
Though not yet twisted enough as to be corrupt;
It it not that part of you I remember now

You were once mine, my strange friend
But while dappled light now streaks my memories
They appear as fictitious as the smile you flash me.
I do not trust you to betray me
But less so do I believe those soft words you speak with a tongue I know to be sharp

It does not seem that time has passed between us
And the oft-forgotten thought that we are not who we used to be
Does not entertain my musings as much as one might imagine
But despite my distractions I still do not believe in true love, or fate, yet I believe
That everything happens for a reason

It was not attraction that drew me to you but it is fascination that keeps me ensnared
And you, with your girls, pay me no heed
But I can see the truth of who you are,
See your badly hidden lonely intentions
I see the harsh reality of who you are
From the depths of my waltzing imagination.