I'm sick of these transfusions
I always have to give
You're always the one dying
And you need my blood to live
Universally you recieve
But very picky how you donate
As a universal giver
This I don't appreciate
Not everybody can love me
Not everyone has what it takes
Only my kind,
I find,
Can love me, and love me straight
No matter the circumstances,
My love never be returned
Because our transfusion doesn't work that way
You leave me dry,
To die
And burn
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
I'm sick of these transfusions
I always have to give
You're always the one dying
And you need my blood to live
Universally you recieve
But very picky how you donate
As a universal giver
This I don't appreciate
Not everybody can love me
Not everyone has what it takes
Only my kind,
I find,
Can love me, and love me straight
No matter the circumstances,
My love never be returned
Because our transfusion doesn't work that way
You leave me dry,
To die
And burn
I'm O positive, by the way!
'Tis better to give than to recieve?
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