My Dead Life
I'm used to being hurt. By other
people, and myself. Never by you. It
hurts to know you
don't like me, but it kills me to know
you hate me. I don't know why but I
still love you.
Say what you want but we both
know I would go to the end of the
world to make you happy,
even if that includes me losing my
self. The only way for my heart to cry
is for me to bleed.
I don't bleed because you hate me. I
bleed because, I know I can never
have you.
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