It’s the same. Always the same. I offer love. I offer everything. But I’m never to be loved. Never.
I’m the temporary lover. The temporary friend. But not the forever. Never.
Because every time I start to care, I start to love. I give, but I’m not to be given. Never.
And every time I start to hope for someone to stay. They leave. I’m left. No one stays. Never.
So it’s always the same. I offer love. I offer everything. But I’m never to be loved. Never.