The irony of it all is this;
No matter how many times you stabbed me
No matter how many bullets you shot me with
No matter how many punches you threw
I would never stop loving you
I never picked up the knife
I never would touch the gun
I never would lift a finger
To hurt anyone
And especially with you
Who I so deeply cared for
I would never hurt you
I would always adore
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC
The irony of it all is this;
No matter how many times you stabbed me
No matter how many bullets you shot me with
No matter how many punches you threw
I would never stop loving you
I never picked up the knife
I never would touch the gun
I never would lift a finger
To hurt anyone
And especially with you
Who I so deeply cared for
I would never hurt you
I would always adore
Sometimes they keep hurting you because they feel they don’t deserve that love.
