I had asked
Both times you looked me in the face
As you lied
To say I didn’t know the right answer
Would’ve been a bigger fib
But I turned a blind eye
Looked at myself in the mirror
Why wasn’t I enough?
Day faded into night
I didn’t hear a word from you
And I wondered
What is it someone else’s turn tonight?
The thought of you touching someone else, fucked with my head
Was I paranoid for nothing?
I mean, could you imagine picturing me touching him, like he was you.
Fucking him, like he was you.
Neither could I.
I am everything and more you could ask for.
And when it’s good, it good.
Is it me, or is it always good?
Pressures from the past, constantly creep up.
But I always let it go, time after time…
Because the difference between them and I, is that I believe in you.
And my heart wont let it go, till I see us through to the end.
Still I have to know, is there someone else?
Better yet, just tell me I’m crazy, and I’ll forget I even asked.