You say you've never known commitment, yet there's tattoos upon your skin.

You think you've never been fragile, yet your body has scars - small and paper thin.

You don't believe that luck exists, yet say how lucky you are to have  found me.

You can't accept such things as fate - but believe people play a role in your destiny.

Maybe i wasn't the right ink, didn't leave the right mark, the black cat that crossed your way.

Perhaps just coincidence, chance an accident could this be why you didn't stay?