If you had every opportunity to stab my back
Would you occasionally dare to attack?
And if I had to trust you with a piece of my heart
Would you just once dare to tear it apart?
How dare you?
How do you dare?
What thoughts make traffic through streets in your head?
Is it selfishness, loneliness, or do you just want me dead?
Do you dare?
And if not, then why don’t you?
I hope you’re that good,
‘Cause if my death is desired then I daresay you could
Bring it about in the vilest of ways
So that I be heartless for the rest of my days.
That’s not my plan, that’s not my desire
For truly I tell you I’d rather choose fire.
‘Cause the option of lovelessness colder than ice
Is something I consider not half as nice
As death.
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