So this is what it comes down to,
Every single piece of love on the line,
Fighting information we already knew,
Both arguing that we're fine.
What do you want me to say?
Write the words down,
Make all this pain go away,
Don't let us drown.
Give me a script and I'll pretend,
I'll act out every word you write,
I'm not ready for us to end,
Let us have one more fight.
I'll be a puppet and you can have the strings,
Teach me the dance and learn it all,
Or tear off my wings,
And just let me fall.
Here is my heart, my body, my soul,
Do with them what you will just don't close the door,
I've given you full control,
I'm myself no more.
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