You'd Think I Was Shoving

You’re Not Asleep, And You’re Not Dead. I’m Here, And I Love You. I Have Always Loved You, And I Will Always Love You. I Was Thinking Of You, Seeing Your Face In My Mind, Every Second That I Was Away. When I Told You That I Didn’t Want You, It Was The Very Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy.

Could I Betray My Absent Heart To Save My Pathetic Life?

Could A Dead, Frozen Heart Beat Again? It Felt Like Mine Was About To.

He Squeezes My Hand, And My Heart Punches Against My Ribs. It's Just Like Pain, This Pleasure.

Good Luck Tended To Avoid Me.