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?
Truelove 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