Drone

Seems that things
Getting kind of rough
Guess I did not realize
In time
Why, I ask why
He doesn't trust me
He doesn't trust
Anybody
Strange kind of love
Middle of the day
Sun's beating rays
They hurt around my eyes
And meantime
How do I explain
The marks and the despair
I'm living life a lie
Why
I ask myself why
He doesn't trust me
He doesn't trust anyone, no
Strange kind of love
But I don't let him go
As he clearly shows
That without me, without me
He'd die
So I stay, I take the pain
I rot away . .