Better Things.

On what whims,
The world spins,
Who dies;
And who lives.

How evil love can be,
If someone holds me,
But I can't feel it.
Forever the feelings faked.

But, I'm sure of,
You're ability,
To love me truly.
Which makes me,
My own fallacy.

Just hold me,
Embrace me,
Don't say that,
You love me.
Coz one day,
We will walk away and say,
Things are better ending this way.

I need to know,
Why we're here,
Standing;
In this moment.

Just a weak reflection,
Of what this is,
And what it could be.

But its my life,
And my ability,
To love her truly.
Which makes you,
A twisted enemy.

Just hold me,
Embrace me,
Don't say that,
You love me.
Coz one day,
We will walk away and say,
Things are better ending this way.