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Sickly Love


You're the air that I breathe,

The words that I speak, 

The blood in my veins,

The beat in my heart.

You're the thought on my mind

every day, every night

You're my darkest nightmare

And my brightest dream.

You're the notes in my song

The stars in my sky

The thought on my mind

Every day, every night.

 

So why do I feel sick?

Because you've infected me 

with a disease I've never had before.

 

I want to feel your skin,

I want to see your smile,

I want to hear your laugh,

I want to hear you say my name.

I want to be in your dreams

and be in your reality.

I want to be the sickly love that you have been to me.

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