You look towards me with those rose colored glasses, all blinded and filled with mesmerization

Hoping, just hoping , that I am the one to catch you when you fall, to be there when you laugh

Thinking that I am your future, your everything.

But don't be mistaken, I'm probably not the one.

You'll probably change your mind in a few seconds, in a few weeks, a few months

When you take off those glasses, and see the dark corners in my soul, my gaze, and my heart.

Seeing the tiny shatters of porcelain glass, witnessing the bloody smears against my fingerprints

Caressing my own spirit, my own ability to love.

So be sure of me, when you love. Be sure that you'll be there for me when I cry,

Be sure that you'll be there with that warm embrace

Be sure that even after all those nights filled with remorse and praying "When this will all end,"

That you'll still be there next to me, looking at me with love and admiration.

Don't pretend to want me, when you don't know what you want.

Don't pretend to love me, because you just want someone to caress your soul.

Chances are, I can't make your life better, but I can make your life more fruitful.

Don't pretend to stay, when you're just going to leave.