It's becoming more evident.
Much more obvious to me.
I thought much more of you.
Than you ever thought of me.
Was this my biggest mistake.
Letting myself think you cared.
Was I just your marionette.
With heartstrings open and bared.
With me left here still thinking.
What was false, what was true.
So puzzling and so complex.
Left to await another clue.
On my heartstings you played.
Each left with a loving memory.
Yet I still have those questions.
Do you ever think about me.
Wondering why all the intrigue.
Now why all of this mystery.
Why am I left here hanging.
Your the one that holds the key.
