You are the singer
I am the song
The tune that will linger
The bitter taste left on your tongue.
So don't say you love me
How could you love me?
Your flowers and your make-believe
The secrets and the notes you keep
The promises left on the sheets
You'll never love me.
Fool your friends, believe your lies
Make amends and alibis
In the end you can't disguise
That you'll never love me.
You'll be the killer
I'll be the corpse
You'll be the laughter
And I'll be the punchline, of course.











