I am not what you think me to be.
I'm there in your bed, to a certain degree.
You look for me when something’s not right,
Trying to bring me into the light.
Once we fainted and we fell to the ground.
I left as you sat up, after you came around.
In sooth I say, what next you read,
Is something you should always heed:
I play nice, so come to me,
And you’ll have everything you want for free.
Edited by lotus, 06 May 2009 - 01:35 AM.