This is to you.
You who tried to play the Martyr,
you who took away my trust,
you who burdens my every day with anger.
I saw you before I left
walking around along the street
and even in the music library
In sheer defiance, you glanced at me.
Keeping the oath I made,
I never spoke a word.
I left that town keeping that vow
yet your enigma remains unsolved, even now.
Was I your experiment?
Was I the test of you ego's health?
How could you think I would know you.
You didn't even know yourself.
After many years, I still pray to God
that I will learn to trust again.
A trust I can give to a true, genuine man.
Well, perhaps someday, maybe.
