You could walk away
Gun smoking in your hand
Blood pouring out of me in rivers
And I could never love you less
You could push me to the ground
And my vision would cloud
And you could call me a monster
And I could never love you less
I've given up my entire soul to you
And you could leave me if you choose
A dead body without purpose or direction
And I could never love you less
Don't let me grow obsolete
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
You could walk away
Gun smoking in your hand
Blood pouring out of me in rivers
And I could never love you less
You could push me to the ground
And my vision would cloud
And you could call me a monster
And I could never love you less
I've given up my entire soul to you
And you could leave me if you choose
A dead body without purpose or direction
And I could never love you less
Don't let me grow obsolete
I love you so much it's too good to be true
