I love you.
And honestly, I hate you.
And you're all that matters in my life,
And I don't care at all about you.
Because I don't need you.
I don't need you.
I need oxygen and hope,
And happiness, too,
That's true.
But you give me my happiness
In rations
Like it belongs to you.
And the air we share will run out
One day,
And it's hopeless.
But it's the best thing that's ever happened to me,
Discovering bedlam,
Bed land, with you.
So to Hell with it,
Say it, won't you?
That you love me too?
Because I do.
I do.
I do.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
I love you.
And honestly, I hate you.
And you're all that matters in my life,
And I don't care at all about you.
Because I don't need you.
I don't need you.
I need oxygen and hope,
And happiness, too,
That's true.
But you give me my happiness
In rations
Like it belongs to you.
And the air we share will run out
One day,
And it's hopeless.
But it's the best thing that's ever happened to me,
Discovering bedlam,
Bed land, with you.
So to Hell with it,
Say it, won't you?
That you love me too?
Because I do.
I do.
I do.
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