Dear, would you miss me, if i left?
Would you catch me if i Fall?
Spread your arms and feel the wind,
Hold your breath when i am dead?
When i go, will you remember,
Broken promises now and forever?
But for me, death is now or never.
Cut out my heart, and hold it out,
for now i can live without.
Hold me tight, and never let go,
but by then it'll be too late.
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