• It's the strangest thing,
    The two of us,
    How I view him,
    How he sees me.

    I'm the one,
    That's filled with life,
    While he sits there,
    With those dark, cold eyes.

    The light from my eyes,
    Goes out like a light.
    When he looks at me
    With that apathetic aura.

    And I can tell,
    He's just like me,
    Off in a dream world,
    Where his spirit is free.

    Impossible to see on the outside,
    Only a few,
    Will ever be able to touch it, feel it
    And remain in its forbidden warmth.

    I wish I could tell him,
    Without the fear,
    That If I told him,
    There'd be nothing there.

    The emptiness,
    Of the Apathetic Lover,
    Can only compare,
    To a thousand shadows.

    I find myself,
    Searching,
    Only to find,
    One shadow at a time.

    Wanting, needing more,
    Just one more...
    My Apathetic Lover
    Will forever be adored.