May 4, 2011
The way to death is clear
The way to life is fear
What's the point of fear
What's the point my dear
There isn't on is there
But here we are
You fear me
You hate me
I love you
I have no point
But to be with you
But why should I be with you
Why couldn't I be with you
Why won't you let me be with you
You don't care, You can't care What can you do but be you
Be with me you refuse
Be with you I refuse
Why can't I be with you
Why can't you be with me
There's nothing but you

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