You are telling me it is okay.
It is not okay.
I know that it is not okay
And that you are naïve
And that I am naïve
For letting myself love someone
Who loves someone who loves something that is not what you love
Or who you are
You are tied to him by a rope rotted
Rotted before it began
Once the rope has fallen away,
You will, too
And he will go on,
Searching for another person to tie himself to
And someone else will fall away
And someone else
And someone else
You are telling me that you will be okay.
That you are okay.
We both know that you are naïve.
