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Death Metal Love Story


To express one’s feelings is a very complex thing

It’s a very touchy subject I’m speaking of here

I’m talking about something I thought was going to be a fling

I can tell you one feeling is definitely fear

I fear that since I now have you I won’t be able to loosen my grip

I’m hopelessly in love with you and that is what scares me so

I never want this relationship to slip

I will not ever be the one to let this go

I’m scared that I have to think of a future with you

I never thought I would fall for anyone like this

Don’t get me wrong that I want nothing more than just us two

This is something I won’t ever be given the opportunity just to miss

I want nothing more than to live our lives together

I’m just someone scared of commitment so early in my life

We are going to last a long time that I call forever

And to think that this all started with a stupid knife

I’m glad I pulled that knife out of my pocket that night

It started the process of our futures becoming intertwined

To win me may have been a long and agonizing fight

But what we have is a thing you rarely ever find

I feel bad for making you wait so long

But I’m not sorry I spent that night with you and agreed to this

Our life is a screaming death metal love song

That all starts with that one cliché kiss

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sarahrandall0
<p><span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-center;">"And to think that this all started with a stupid knife" was a way of saying that the person that saw my pocket knife was into knives. Not an emo love story. Just a death metal love story.</span></p>

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