He eyes her coldly,
force a smile,
a face that isn't used to smiling.
Manipulate her, bend her will
A face that shows no more emotion
She loves so blindly, trusting you
A face so new to love and passion
A face that shows her deep devotion
This could be useless, this thing,
this thing that sickens him
This could be war,
he knows, he smiles again
So this is happiness, so this is love
Something she's waited for
with bated breath
He says she should be careful
to whom she speaks
She nods agreement,
holds her face against him
He hates her now,
but for a while he'll have
To try and play her love -bust game
This could be used, this thing
This thing that sickens him
This could be warped,
knows he smiles again
So this is happiness
So this is love
Is there something she is waiting for with
Bated Breath?
Bated Breath, Bated Breath
He says she should be cuddled
Bated Breath, he hates her now
To be the same