Sometimes I think you love me.
Other times I feel like I'm just the Seeker in your eyes.
A prophecy. An arm. A sword.
Sometimes I see the love in your eyes.
Other times there are just those deep shadows.
Why don't you want me to love you then?

I know you do love me.
Sometimes I think nothing will bring up apart.
Other times I'm afraid you'll leave me.
A confessor. A punishment.
Sometimes I see the fear in your eyes.
Other time there is just this tenderness and devoutness.
Why can't you see that I can't lose you?