I’ll look for you
In the darkest of hours
You may not know
But you were being watched
Or cared as I’d say
Rather than telling you the truth
I’ll make you believe
That I’m the truth
That I was your thought
I’ll betray you
In the brightest of seconds
And will leave you wounded
Wounds you’ll probably never heal from
Will give you a scar
You’ll be ashamed of
Even in the darkest of hours
Because I’ve loved you
But never really let you love me.
Wierd Philosopher 