Lately, I just can't get my time as a sniper out of my head. All I can see are my victims. When I work a case, and we catch the murderer, I can't help but think that I'm no better than him. And yet here she stands, at my door, whisperings of "I love you". Apparently, she doesn't realize who I am. She doesn't realize what I am at heart. I'm a murderer, no different then Howard Epps or the Gravedigger.
No I'm not the man I used to be latelySee you met me at an interesting timeIf my past is any sign of your futureYou should be warned before I let you inside
She holds on to the good in me, and I don't know why. Maybe it makes it possible for her to keep loving me. As I hold her laying on her couch, she holds me tightly, as if she's afraid if she doesn't, I will disappear. She deserves better than me. I don't trust myself with her.Hold on to whatever you find babyHold on to whatever will get you throughHold on to whatever you find babyI don't trust myself with loving you
Here she is, still whispering "I love you" after three months of waiting for me. I'd plead to have her as mine. I already loved her more than I'd ever loved Rebecca. But I know it's a path she won't go all they way on. She'll leave me, and I'll be left where I started, wanting her more than anything else in the world.
I will beg my way into your gardenI will break my way out when it rainsJust to get back to the place where I startedSo I can want you back all over again
But right now, I'm holding her again. It's easily the best feeling, her body pressed against mine. I allow myself to kiss her. I still can't trust myself with loving her. I shouldn't get to be happy after all that I've done.Hold on to whatever you find babyHold on to whatever will get you throughHold on to whatever you find babyI don't trust myself with loving you
Then he started to doubt her. She just loved the idea of "the perfect guy". What if, in fact, she was in love with the thought of him being perfect for her then with him himself.Who do you love?Girl I see through, through your loveWho do you love me or the thought of me? me or the thought of me?
She walks up to me in her office at work. She kisses me, passionately on the lips. "I'm not letting you go this time, Seeley." I automatically wrap my arms around her, protecting her silently from whatever could hurt her. I'm not the best man. I don't think I'm good enough for her. In her mind, I am though. And that's when it hits me.Hold on to whatever you find babyHold on to whatever will get you throughHold on to whatever you find babyI don't trust myself with loving youHold on to whatever you find babyHold on to whatever gets you through throughHold on to whatever you find babyI don't trust myself with loving youI don't trust myself with loving youI don't trust myself with loving youI don't trust myself with loving you
Her opinion was the only one that mattered in the first place.