She told me,
To think about leaving,
About grieving.
I didn't want to think,
But she needed it,
Although I knew my answer,
She needed it.
She cried,
Bawling on the phone that night,
All I could do was think,
Think about how it would be,
If it wasn't you and me.
It would be bad,
Something I didn't want,
This is the best for me,
Please stay babe.
Nothing is a scary,
As hanging on the brink,
When you can't tell if the rope is fraying.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
She told me,
To think about leaving,
About grieving.
I didn't want to think,
But she needed it,
Although I knew my answer,
She needed it.
She cried,
Bawling on the phone that night,
All I could do was think,
Think about how it would be,
If it wasn't you and me.
It would be bad,
Something I didn't want,
This is the best for me,
Please stay babe.
Nothing is a scary,
As hanging on the brink,
When you can't tell if the rope is fraying.
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