Dropdeadfailure.

Will someone please call a surgeon,
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart,
That you're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over...
And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net,
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry.

So just say how to make it right,
And I swear I'll do my best to comply.

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better,
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?


(I feel i must interject here...
You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself,
With these revisions and gaps in history.
So let me help you remember.
I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.
I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave,
So please back away and let me go.)


I can't my darling I love you so...
But oh, oh...

Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better,
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?


(Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future.
Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.)


I know that I have made mistakes and I swear,
I'll never wrong you again..


(You've got allure I can't deny,
But you've had your chance so say goodbye.
Say goodbye..)
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Jag vet fan inte hur många dagar och nätter till jag klarar av att ha det såhär.
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