Who are you? I've heard about you. About how you were brilliant, how you could figure out anything. They told me I was a surprise, that I was too much for you.
I was told you love me, that you want to be with me. Why aren't you here, with me? I’m told I should be happy, because I’m told they love me. But I was told you love me. I wonder why I need them.
I was told I could find you, that you were close by. I was told I would be disappointed, that I shouldn't see you. I’m told I’m better than you ever were. I’m told you were bad.
I was warned about you. I was cautioned that seeing you would hurt me. I’m told you couldn't control yourself. I was told seeing me would hurt you.
I’m told it wasn't my fault. I’m told you were on the edge. I was told you love me, that you wanted to be with me.
I didn't think I’d hurt you.