"To be loved is to be known"
And did you ever truly know me?
If you can think I would commit atrocities
That malice stains my desire
That I would ever let you walk through fire
Alone?
"Maybe in the next life"
Would you choose me then?
Because I chose you again and again
I stabbed you in the back
But darling you just tried to mask
Your knife
"I would do it all again"
I would laugh all the laughs
And fight all the fights
And be more grateful for every moment
If we did, would it be an omen
Of revenge?
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
"To be loved is to be known"
And did you ever truly know me?
If you can think I would commit atrocities
That malice stains my desire
That I would ever let you walk through fire
Alone?
"Maybe in the next life"
Would you choose me then?
Because I chose you again and again
I stabbed you in the back
But darling you just tried to mask
Your knife
"I would do it all again"
I would laugh all the laughs
And fight all the fights
And be more grateful for every moment
If we did, would it be an omen
Of revenge?
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