Was it love or lust?
Don't worry
I will leave before it starts to rust,
Before the chemical crust
Starts to corrode
The remnants of my trust

Don't worry
I won't bother you anymore
With my petty stories galore
I will leave before my eyes turn sore
From the fake furore
That you showered on me galore

Don't worry
I tell my heart
You will be alright
There is no need for fright
I will guard you with all my might