Why do I always prefer to stay behind at the back?
Simply because I want to make sure someone's gonna be there if they fall.
When evil strikes from behind I'll be there for defense standing like a wall.
Why do I often fall in love with the one who turns their back?
Well, I'd rather be left behind and rejected; I'd rather love unrequited
Than be the one to cause pain and make someone feel unwanted
Yes, I stand unwavered with this seemingly weird conviction
You see when I look at them from this perspective and form
I have time to savor the moment they walk away, leaving me behind
Like a videograph I would capture every detail in high definition
Memoirs are stored in the heart and in the mind
So that in the coming bittersweet days of reminsicing
I indeed would have them back.
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