I fear that I’ll lose you,
Even though I want you gone.
I want you to stay,
Yet I often contemplate running away.
Does that make me... inhumane?
Have you driven me insane?
Or is that my head talking?
You’re the one who got me walking,
Now, here I am doing all of this balking.
We’re facing a scare, scarier than painless death.
We’re facing your suffering, promoting your very last breath.
I want you to leave me be,
But not to die prematurely.
Please don’t leave me,
I’m too young to bury,
The one thing that created me.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
I fear that I’ll lose you,
Even though I want you gone.
I want you to stay,
Yet I often contemplate running away.
Does that make me... inhumane?
Have you driven me insane?
Or is that my head talking?
You’re the one who got me walking,
Now, here I am doing all of this balking.
We’re facing a scare, scarier than painless death.
We’re facing your suffering, promoting your very last breath.
I want you to leave me be,
But not to die prematurely.
Please don’t leave me,
I’m too young to bury,
The one thing that created me.
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