if you love me die with me
Good that I can't be good.
Perfect that I can't be perfect.
Look how dead I look.
Feel how bad I feel.
See that you can't see,
That I can't be like that
thing you want to see.
Things hidden beneath
The skin of my face.
See me smiling but I am crying.
Hear me trying but I am dying.
Yes slowly dying...
Growing up is dying.
Slowly decaying...
For the final decay.
Know I'm made of clay.
I pray everyday.
Getting old to die,
I won't say good bye
Not now, If I leave now
It will only be a bad bye.
For now please stay.
I won't pass you by.
Okay take your way.
You I won't betray.
But don't stray
From our way.
Its good to die
To die with you love.
I love you more than death.
I need you more than life,
I want you more than me.
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