And I masked sadness with smile,
for I am not ready to lose you.
Not yet, not yet.
And I know that time is coming,
you were never mine,
and I, the fool that dare to adore you
I am I am playing with borrowed time,
toying with razor sharp blades,
at the ready at any given time
Scold me, mock me,
but tell me,
would you let this go if you could?
And I bet you that you wouldn’t,
fight me but you wouldn’t.
You’d stand with me and hang on precariously
Don’t hold me,
don’t kiss me if you can’t fix me,
and you won’t
such is my fate, my dearest,
I pick the short straw
with your name etched in the end
What can I do, what can I do,
but yearn for you?
Sleep well, sleep well,
let me dream for you,
I know not how long this ledge will last,
so let me be,
let me be