Why am I alive? Even with the love I seek, I know life will find some way to tear it from me. Love just seems to good... too dreamlike.
The one that I loved, I thought loved me back, and I believed that, and when he ripped himself from my heart and my life, was the day MY life ended.
The day Love returns to me, is the day MY life will begin again, and when that Love rips himself from my heart and life will be the day that the angels will be breathing down my neck again... Smiling because they know this is my punishment... and will be the day my life WILL end.
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