You tell me you love me, its true this you know.
If you love me so much, why not let it show?
I protect from the demons that chase you,
At such a cost that if only you knew
It would open your eyes and let you see
Just how much you mean to me.
For each time it hurts you, or let alone tries
A piece of my soul falls away and dies.
And throughout all the suffering and pain,
I guess that I shall always remain,
Your dirty little secret.

The other man in an affair of love. When the other man was the first man and the man she swore her soul to first and forever. To hide the bond they once showed so proudly. The skies where once so bright, have now grown cloudy. This shape you drag across my soul, to bury me in the deepest of holes. This hole of remorse, regret and of woe. What other options but to pack up and go. I want you be happy, I want you to be free. But I want you free to be with me. These things I say, they come from within. From within a heart that beats without. Without the love that made it strong. Holding nothing now but self doubt. Was it I that was truely wrong? My deepest love, met tragic fate, by the most horrid of words, "Too little, too late."