It's not me I' m worried about.
Not my heart, but it's you.
I live with pain, I snuff it out.
But for you, it is too new.
We live far apart,far too much-
I can't bask in your scent;
The distances are vast as such,
All we can do is resent.
Can't drown my face in your hair,
Can't kiss or cradle your chin;
Can't blow you kisses in the air.
Can't stroke your lips as you grin.
But far more important, far more
Is that I make others suffer.
Hearts which loved me, they tore.
They couldn't be any tougher.
To want me is to die and cry,
Shallow hopes wind up in flames.
The river of tears won't dry,
When your soul this craving claims.
So shun me,stay away from me,
I'm not worth the anguish, worth the ache.
Hate me, loathe me, run away, just flee.
Lest your heart gets seared by a stake.