Seeing you hurt hurts me
Feeling you sob makes me weak
Knowing that I am the cause is like torture
And seeing you die is my cancer
Trust me or not
Love me as you will
It matters none
I love you in the ways that I know how
And one day I will die laying out at your feet
And to save yourself, my blood will be on your hands

That is how it was meant to be
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