You're awesome when you don't try to destroy me.

It is more then three years ago, since I first told you I loved you.
Even though the law says, that it is wrong.
We probably should have never kissed, that one faithful night.
Then maybe I wouldn't have, made so many girls cry. Our relationship, was their curse.

Since we had sex already, I should probably go to jail.
But you decided to keep me around.
So you could tie me to a bed.
Torture me, when I'm bound.

I'm bound by the spell you put on me.
Those eyes I blame the most.
You told me you didn't love me anymore.
To proof it you pranced that little boy in front of me.

Is that supposed to make me jealous?
Is that supposed to make me forget you sooner?
I didn't have to ponder on the answer long.
Poor kid, you kissed me right in front of him.

Still you dumped me the next month.
I found out that you were moving to another place.
So sweet that you wanted to protect me.
Of course I'll write you letters every week.

You've made me weak,
but now that you're gone I can clearly see what I've been doing wrong.
I feel guilty and I pledge to change my life.
When after three years you tap my back.
I wonder what has changed at all?