Love leads to pain. There is no way around it. People change or leave or die... ...and your soul’s throat feels slit.
But even if love were a prison With this lethal injection as my destiny Should someone discover how to make it... ...I would still refuse the key.
This is a draft that I’m pretty sure I’m going to add to eventually. However, I kind of like this version of it so I thought I’d just go ahead and throw it out there. I think a lot of people could relate to this one.