Music tinted with love.

How can you look me in the eye,
And swear, through the music,
That you love me.
That you love me?

You know I love you,
But the concept of you loving me,
It's unthinkable, it's madness.
And most of all untrue.

When our voices rise in harmony,
You make-believe you love me,
That's what they pay to see,
Isn't it?

I'm afraid I have to go,
For if I stay any longer
I will never be able to leave you,
This can only make me stronger.

You don't need me,
I merely cling to you,
Promising myself things will change,
That if i wait forever,
You will realize my dream of the truth.