Its a plague, this constant weight, it haunts my thoughts when you're away. And would it be safe for one to say, I made your heart smile at the end of the day?
And what, what was hidden behind your smile? Was it love, or pain in disguise? I know my love never took that away, I know my love was just a plague.
With everyday I pray you'd say I brought you joy in some way. But that's not the case, cause I took it away, I turned your joy into pain. I know my songs were never profound, they were never sincere enough to make your heart sing out. So where am i wrong, in hoping that I might someday realize where I was all along?
where I was all along
and what, what was hidden behind your eyes? was it love, or pain in disguise? I know my love never took that away. I know my love was just a plague.