You
If I die under your cold hand,I'll ask and beg,
You understand.
That everything I ever said,
I won't take back,
I'd rather be dead.
I'll only ever apologize,
For not explaining,
The look in my eyes,
Every time you wanted advice,
On all the other,
People you liked.
And all the other,
You took a fancy to,
You wanted to bother,
Me to figure out,
How they felt,
When they talked about,
You.
Yet every time you were under the weather,
I was there,
To hold you together,
I wanted us to be more than friends,
But it wouldn't work,
I told myself again and again...
I wanted us to be together,
You know I'd treat you,
So much better.
But I already know I'm insane,
It's not going to work,
Cause you don't feel the same....
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