I dont care if that is how the paper is read.
"I'll love you to the very end"
The saddest sentance to be heard.
Society casts us out but we dont have a care.
We know we are the people of the damned.
This may be wrong but I hate to be right.
You make me happy to be here tonight.
Could it be, could it be?
I may have found a twin?
Will this last?
Or falter, like the wind?
Should I put what little faith I have in?
When nine times out of ten,
I am just kicked out again.
Chords of melodies swim in my head.
How did this lead me to your bed?
"I'll love you to the very end"
Dear god, I hope he meant what he said.