Friday, February 18, 2011

Daydream

Its times like this I want to kill you.
But if you'd die, I'd die.
But if I died, you'd live.
But you tell me otherwise.
But I'd die not knowing whether you'd die
but I'd die knowing if you wouldn't.
Why wouldn't you if you say you would?
Why would you if you say you wouldn't?
Or is it both?
Or is it neither?
For me, it's back and forth.
For me, it's undecided.
For me, it doesn't matter.
Not to you.
Not anymore.

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