Decieved

I stepped on your doorstep in the dead of night.
The heart of you was uneven and notched.
There's no room for me to remain,
but I don't mind walking away.

But if I never knew how much it hurts to be someone unwanted -
I never would have stayed.

Don't you wanna talk about the stars and the past we had?
Recall your mistakes to full my head.
Save all your dreams inside my bed and tighten this fragile golden thread between your time and this place,
put down your hands, as I'm hitting the brakes.
I promise you won't be decieved,
if you ever need me.

Is it too soon this night for me to scream
"Don't try to fuck me up now,
if you can't love me!".
Is it just overthinking, or I'm just not the right one, who'll be your everything?

I wake in the night by the touch of your hand.
You're two miles and four hundreds steps away.
Your digital shadow is green,
and I don't mind watching your back.

If I didn't know
your mind is somewhere far away, but not here -
I'd tell you everything.

Don't you wanna talk about the time and the way it dies?
The doorway and the drops seen in you're eyes.
The way, that my heart cracks every night
when you don't feel me -
I feel your pain inside.
I'll look in your face, scars on your hands.
I'll memorize the marks you've made.
Promise me I won't be decieved,
if I ever need you.

Is it too strange tonight for me to ask
"Just try to see I'm vital,
I've got emotions"?
Is it my obsession, or I'm just not this deep enough
to be your ocean?

And If I only knew
about all these things, that you're afraid of -
I'd make them disappear.

I just wanna talk about the pain and the tears you've cried.
Count all the truth behind all these lies.
I walk through the trees, where you used to hide
your sacred arrows, that crumble in the light

and if I didn't know
how hard it is to know you're breathless -
I'd never let me ask.

Don't you wanna talk about the lumps that stuck in your throat,
and the coldest wars you gave up and fought,
and my arguments on the parking lot,
and how much you don't know and I still have to know?
I know all the facts, I'm boring and sick.
Won't you just be you and you let me be me?
I promise you won't be decieved,
if you ever love me.

Do you still feel like the betrayal comes the firsthand knowledge?
I'll trust you like a friend.

Do you still feel, as if the love is unknown road less traveled by?
I'll walk with you this way.