if i could turn off the switch labeled "love",
i'd turn into a black dove.
with feathers of black,
and a heart of stone.
just sitting up on the power lines all alone.

that's all i feel.
i hope that this isn't real.
that it was just a delusion
and this is not the final conclusion.

can we go back and read it again,
or maybe find a different end?
cause i don't like the one you chose,
but maybe you do, i suppose?

or maybe you don't,
and you're just lying.
because, you see my friend, i want to keep trying.

no one likes a liar.
nor what they're hiding.
so please tell the truth
and say this isn't the one you're deciding.

if you want a different ending
please change the signals you're sending.
because i will keep on fighting,
and this poetry i will keep writing.

it may be about you
but if not, it's still true.
and the feelings inside me,
hopefully,
are the ones that set you free.

because from what i can tell,
you are under a spell;
and i don't have the answer,
but whatever it is,
it's spreading like a cancer.

change the signals on the power lines
because those aren't the ones i like at all,
please, because if not,
it's from the power lines that i fall.

and i'll hit the ground,
and my body will ache.
because the choice you made,
might not be the one you were supposed to make.