I will pretend that I don't know,
For the sake of my heart not being torn,
And when your hands caress my body,
Inside my dear, I will know.
I was dreaming you up the way I wanted you,
Because without you my life felt worthless,
And each tear I cried, resembles each time my heart broke,
Because my dear I know.
In the shower, let the drops become my tears,
Tickling your tea stained skin,
And let each shiver, be the guilt in your veins,
Because my dear, your conscience inside, it knows.
You listen to your ballads, and you listen to your blues,
And I hope each remorse beat is me,
The one who is there, and loves you more than life,
Even though my dear, I know.
I watch you with each lingering glance,
And I see the guilt swell up in your eyes,
I say I love you, but you wont bend, so I keep bending until I break,
And I hate the way my dear, that I know.
I left these hints but it seems you're delirious,
So in the morning you will wake to me,
And I will ask you of your lusty liaison,
And tell you my dear, I know.
11th October I never awoke, I never rubbed my sore yet sleepy eyes,
And I didn't awake with the sickening nerves,
Which reminded me, I would confront you today,
And let you know my dear, that I know.
No, instead I awoke with a light shining bright,
And an unfamiliar feeling of hurting, nothing like heartbreak,
Your deluded conscience finally took over your sane mind,
Because all along my dear, you knew that I knew.
You hit me twice, and stabbed me thrice,
Then cried yourself to sleep in all my innocent pride,
You drowned in my blood, and now together we can start a new,
And that my dear is something, that the both of us know is true!
