He doesn't love you.
But maybe you don't want him to.
Perhaps it's just easier.
Perhaps it's just simpler.
Perhaps it's just the right thing to do.
So you know you'll never tell him.
Or hug him.
Or kiss him.
Or hold him.
No you would never tell him,
Because quite simply life would go on.
Some would die.
Some would live.
Some would fall.
Some would rise.
He wouldn't fall.
He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't.
And you'll lie to yourself and think he did it all for you.
You'll lie to yourself and think that he will come home to you.
You'll lie to yourself and think that he wants you.
He doesn't love you.
But maybe you don't want him to.
Because quite simply, life would go on. Without you.
So you'll get married to her.
So you'll have her children.
So you'll read about him in the paper.
So you'll love Scorpius with every bit of you, but you won't tell him.
You won't ever tell him, that you wish;
Oh how you wish
That (your baby, your angel) Scorpius was his.
He doesn't love you.
But maybe you don't want him to.