The Thief of Me
I never realized how much I was missing out on life
Never realized I was still in the night
You found me smoking a cigarette and you reached out your hand
Why me?
How could someone as great as you ever take an interest in me?
How do you see this greatness in me that I can never see myself?
You persist anyway
And my walls came tumbling down, down, down
They never put up a fight
Why did you choose me?
What did you see in me?
I don’t think you know just how much you have done for me
You gave me strength when I had none
I gave you everything I had
You became my candle burning bright in that night
Please, just keep burning a little longer...
But you have stayed so long
I am broken
I am burned
I thought you’d always be there for me, but
You were only there to kill me
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