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
