My nothing, my everything.
My life, my death,
Is all that you will ever be.
You can be my love that is true,
Or you can be my love that is accused.
Heartbreak, torment, happiness, and joy.
My only one, my most hurtful one,
Who will you be?
Must I keep waiting to see if it was meant to be?
The suspense is getting tense,
My mind is playing tricks,
My heart is telling me two different things,
When the only thing I must do is wait and see.
