Yes, I lead people on
And no I am not proud.
But why do I do it?
The answers rather stupid.
Im scared to like you.
I get inside you.
Create some kind of pathetic rapore we eventually grow to adore
And then I think of what everyone will say.
And I immediately turn away
With the fear of what I have created,
Leaving what I have made.
But I am not to blame,
Although it would seem that way,
For I have fallen in love,
Every time.
I am not expecting pity
Because I should of learnt my lesson
But honestly it others
Who have taken this blessing
And I will continue to find the man,
That everyone socially accepts
And he will be my husband,
But I wont love him half as much
As what I felt for you,
And it will be nothing but regret.
And so I will continue on in living my life,
In someone elses eyes
And nod at what they say,
Breathing through my lies.
When others look back on what they have achieved,
Theyll say they did it
For no one else but me.
But as I look back
With my two teary eyes
It will be restricted by the judgements
Of the thousands in my mind.
