Sometimes I realise
That I hate the fact
The fact that I can
that I can not live without you
Life is bland and boring
when you are
you are not around.
Sometimes I realise
I realise that you
are the only one
only one that makes
Life worth living.
If you ever
ever leave
what would be the point
the point of living
of breathing air that
air that will never
will never touch you.
If ever you are gone
there will be no one left
no one who cares
no one to hold my hand
no one to make me
make me want to live
It would be
would be like living
living without oxygen
death the inevitable conclusion
if you ever left
you'd be taking my heart
my life, my everything with you
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