Well where do i start to tell you the story,
Of one man and his promised affection to me.
Yes he did tell me he'd spend his forever,
yet as he gave his love to me,
someone came in to be his mistress
someone who claimed to be his baby.
While he lied to her never saying a word about me,
that I knew all about her.
I hung on to every word.
Of a promise of one true love,
of a promise of forever.
Of the promise that i'd be his love,
till his forever was through.
How will I tell her I was the future,
and she was a copy.
When in his deepest pain,
It was I who made him whole again.
While the copies freaked out.
I was called by his family,
it was my words that calmed him,
it was me who found him again.
Stop saying you love him,
that you truly knew his soul.
None of us ever really knew him.
for all you know none of us really had his heart.