She keeps telling me I should go,
That it's not good,
When her hands touch mine.

Said it was devilish,
It wasn't in the rules,
That this was not what she signed up for.

She would be cast out,
So nightmares lived,
That she wouldn't live,

Said the times would get dark,
To never again be my angel.

That someone else would tell me,
To go stand in the dusk,

To see a whirlpool in the sea,
My imagination at their seams.

That everything would become clouded,
I wouldn't be able to see.

That she loved me,
She fell for the wrong one,

I wasn't apart of her world,
So it must be wrong.