Promess to me, whenever you're thinking of trouble you'd be thinking of me. I'd like to see how the scenario goes so I can see if I can let it show.

Staring at me won't be what spares you of the trouble you've been seeming to me. I'd like to measure how long it takes 'til I go down, until I hessitate.

And downwards I'll be going forwards'til you I'm on an island, on my own again. And cowardly be moving towards feeling strangely empowered, wondering what it could have been.

No, I wouldnt care if I'm forsaken, unrejected, understood, unfolded and embraced. I still would create a space between us, never-breaking, never-penetrating so it goes to waste.

Lying to you has always been a sort of game, a sort of pleasure. Well you have never seen a poker-face as bold. You'd never guess how would events unfold.

Even if not, even if I'm inventing everything, just faking it all, you'll never ever hear me say the words. You couldn't get me to say any words.

And downwards I'll be going forwards 'til you're on another person's arms. Still I might be reacting freakishly when I hear your name, wondering what it could have been.

No, I wouldnt care if I'm forsaken, unrejected, understood, unfolded and embraced. I still would create a space between us, never-breaking, never-penetrating so it goes to waste.