Slain

Something has changed inside
and the old immaturity has died
But when we crossed paths
I saw that same naiveté

It was different without you
and it should have stayed that way

Whatever happens and whatever you say
I just want you to know I don’t care for you
I can’t fall in love anymore
It’s a sickness of which I am slain

I never wanted the apple of knowledge
you were best left a weak shadow
But you are arched over my life
leaving me to wither and die

It was different without you
but you don’t know

Whatever happens and whatever you say
I just want you to know I don’t care for you
I can’t fall in love anymore
It’s a sickness of which I am slain

The End

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