your cure.

woke up to a spinning room, and a pounding pain, making me fall.
how long do i have left?

i want to take away his pain, i'll take his place.
give me that chance.

dear sir, don't fight anymore, just let me hold you, and take the pain upon myself.
it's a battle.
what's my curfew?
"when will he come for me?"

" don't take him."

that one kiss, will forever be a sweet haunting to my life.

i don't menan to sound selfish, but i don't want you to leave me.

the fights, with the middle blurred with fists...

the end result: him sleeping in his again, instead of a warm bed.

i wish i was your covers.

i wish i was your strength.

i wish i was your scalp, prideful and shining.

i wish i was your many a' thing, but most of all....

i wish i was your cure.