You're in trouble,
Admit it sir.
I am here to help-
So let me in.
Don't worry about me,
I will be fine...
As long as you're better.
I honestly get sicker,
and sicker each day
Just knowing that you're
Feeling ill and uneasy;
So vent, let it go,
Tell me until you're
No longer queazy.
I want you happy,
Just understand-
Give me some thing,
Anything to do.
And I'll lift the burden,
Easily, just for you.
Call me your cross,
For I love you too much.
You're my Best friend,
And I'll sacrifice my heart
Just to be sure you
Feel right again.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
You're in trouble,
Admit it sir.
I am here to help-
So let me in.
Don't worry about me,
I will be fine...
As long as you're better.
I honestly get sicker,
and sicker each day
Just knowing that you're
Feeling ill and uneasy;
So vent, let it go,
Tell me until you're
No longer queazy.
I want you happy,
Just understand-
Give me some thing,
Anything to do.
And I'll lift the burden,
Easily, just for you.
Call me your cross,
For I love you too much.
You're my Best friend,
And I'll sacrifice my heart
Just to be sure you
Feel right again.
- From Slipping Heart
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