Throw me into hell with you and I'd call it heaven. You can kill me but I'd still say it's affection. Give me some of you so I can call it my addiction. I read the truth about you and found it was fiction. I'll let you claw at my heart and soul. As long as afterwards you say love's your goal. You gave me the keys to the wrong door. I guess your love is something I can't afford. Whisper secrets that I won't keep. Sing lullabies till I'm asleep. Come the morning I know you'll be gone. I'll have to learn how to sing my own songs. Years later where the hell will I be? Late at night will you hear my plea? Or will I be happy with another someone? Without you will I remember how to have fun? Will anyone alert me before you die? Will anyone tell me when you're gonna fly? I'm just gonna have to say one last good-bye. Before you leave and soar out into the sky.
Reason for writing:
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