Come a stranger...

You tell me that I am the only one you see.
You claim, I'm a prophecy.

You told me you'd even wait ten years.
I can't really be the only one with these fears.

I can't do this, I've told you before.
But your constant comments and bring-backs,
they're like an ocean roar.

My head is spinning, my stomach twirling.
You are pushing to hard.
My emotions are hurling.

Stranger.
It's who you are to me.
Alone.
That's all I want to be.
Redeemed.
By a Savior who wants only me.

Come a stranger from the dark.
Come out from the brush, like a lark.

Sweetly talking, by and by.
As I question it.
Why, oh why.

My sanity, its slipping slowly.
All I can do is tell you I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm not truly the one you see.
No, you're not the key.
To unlock this mystery.

He's the key.
My Romancer.
Forever he was, and forever he will be.
He does not expect some letter of how I love him so.
Trust me, he only ever always knows.

I need him, more than I need you.
I am sorry.
But this blog is true.

To you whom I've lied.
It seemed like such a sweet lullabye.
But know, that we can still be friends...
Even if that's not your kinda trend.

Come a stranger, come into the night.
Show me your grace. Show me your light.
Be my Romancer, that's all I pray.

And maybe...He'll make us work someday...