Muse
I'd die for you.
I'd cry for you.
I'd lay down my morals and lie for you.
I'd create a place with an endless staircase.
We could climb it for eternity if it meant you getting close to me.
I go to sleep at night with your ghost peeking over my bedside.
It scares me, you know; being in the dark all alone.
But I'm not alone; I've got you!
Despite all the shit you've put me through.
I can't leave you.
I won't leave you.
Because who else am I gonna sing to?
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