Something in the way you move
When you walk away,
Tells me there’s nothing left to prove.
You my dear, don’t want me to stay.

You torment me,
With your playful mood.
Holding my hand
And allowing me to kiss you.
You should have never said those words,
Without being absolutely sure,
That I would be the one to save you
And shine a light in your dim world.

You of all should have know,
How weak I can be.
I followed you here,
Thinking it was destiny.
My heart was held out to you,
And now I watch it bleed.