I want you to see me,
See me for who I am.
For I am bound by promises,
Made in an undying land.
I know I’d hold you with care,
Your heart would never break.
Yet the thought of me caressing you,
Fills all with unbearable hate.
So now I’ll sit with baited breath,
Waiting for the end to roll by.
And you be sitting there all alone,
Wondering who will be at your side.