Dying to live.


Dying to live; first to leave.
Dead to love; the heart must grieve.
All I know is I’m not sure.
All I know is there’s no cure, I think.


I could live again, I think.
I could live again, I think.
I could live again, I think.
I could love again, I think.


I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I’m sure for my indecision, there must be a cure.


All I need is a little clarity.
All I can afford to refuse is your offer of charity;
Because all I have left, since the day love died,
Is my beating heart and an ounce of pride.


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