I’m not the apple of your eye.
I never have been.
On the contrary, every attempt to get close to you
Has been met with your contempt and lies.
Maybe it’s to spare how I feel;
I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I can’t conceal what I try and hide.
Gotten the raw end of the deal again,
‘Cus I feel broken inside.
You’re all wrapped up in white gold with him,
Your smile tells the tale.
If only you knew the truth of what’s real,
You’d see beyond the age old veil.
It’s not just the art of lust with us,
It’s the real deal, true blue.
If you’d start reading my mind,
You’d know all I’ve saved in my heart for you.
A bit of confidence I could gather,
Muster up the courage to tell you.
Am I not getting through?
‘Cus I’m the one you should be paying attention to.
All the other guys are distractions wrapped up in nice packaging.
When are you going to see that you breathe for me?
I’m the real deal, true blue.
Tell the other boys that it’s over and you’re through.
I’m seen as a modern James Dean,
Saccharine dream, even in my youth.
We’ve got nothing but time even though I’m lone.
So tell me what I want to hear, and say you’ll be mine.
This is your cue.
I’m hanging onto your words,
Off the edge of a cliff.
An element of mystery spun like Agatha Christie;
Where I fall is no longer up to me.