If I were dying, I’d still show up on your doorstep
I’d treat it like you were my last when I have nothing left
If I were dying, I’d still come crawling back to you
Sit in your arms and act as if this was nothing new
If I were dying, bullet hole in my chest
Bleeding out and crying, I’d love you with every last breath
If I were dying, cracked lips and shaky palms
Id reach out for you to hold me until I’m calm
If I were dying, watching the clock count down my last minutes
I’d wanna say all the sentences to you I never got to finish
If I were dying, and the doctors did everything they could
I’d ask you to move on, even though I already know you would
If I were dying, and you were holding the gun
I would still cling to your skinny arm, I wouldn’t run
If I were dying, and you were to blame
I’d still be sitting in my hospital bed, calling out your name
If I were dying and it satisfied you
I’d quit breathing just to please you
I’d reach inside and grab my beating heart
Rip it out and watch it fall apart
If I were dying, it’d be for you
Because you would die for love, wouldn’t you?
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E. Evergreen (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Very good loving words Evergreen.
Andy
Thank you!
Good write Evergreen.
You'll feel like you're dying if ya hear me sing, and that's a fact! That's all ya gotta worry about. heehee.
Haha, I’d love to hear that voice!
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