“That old lady always wears a red scarflette around her wrist, today we found out why..”

You think you know, but you really don’t.

At least that’s MY truth.

You only know what I’ve… what I can let you know.

Knowledge that is bound between two. There’s a world of meaning but not for you. It’s a routine I’ll never share, becuase I can’t hurt you who cares.

No regrets, just a little bit of guilt. A little piece of shame.

What could have been a longing satisfied, was regretably a sin sacrificed.. should have been the wrong that was never done, yet became a heart that didn’t know was shunned.

BUT what could I do, what can I do, here I am still stuck with a little piece of us, my hold onto you.

Although we chose not to follow through, I made a promise to me and to you don’t know who.

Do I know it’s wrong, well of course I do, I’m just sorry you can’t know too.

I hate this for me and I hate this for you, however the past that didn’t last, I just can’t undo.

You’ll be okay.. becuase I still choose you and you’ll never know what that you have no clue.

You just can’t know what my heart will never let go….

My red scarflette.. is a secret forever well kept.