I thought i could,
I thought i could let you slip un-noticed.
I thought we could,
I thought we could share something beautiful.
Was i just a role in your twisted game?
Well, did i ever get you somewhere
Or did i ever help you?
True love is fiction.
Now that i look back on it all it all seams so clear:
I was just a helping hand like all of the others.
"help me through."
You held my hand,
You held my hand like we were a couple.
I thought i meant,
I thought i meant something more than a "psykologist".
All the words flew back at me:
"...and how are you, how are you?
You just keep asking questions."
It makes me always remember all...all of...
All of those...those bloody letters.
I will protect you, from yourself
