[Don’t ask me where this one came from because I’m just as puzzled as you are lol]
Would you cry for me if I flew through the windshield for lack of a seatbelt?
Would you die for me in the aftermath from knowing you would survive it?
Would you shy from me if I tell you you leave me and I’ll leave me too?
With a blade to my throat would you touch me and tell me to cut you first?
Would I give my blood just to see you smile? You goddamn right!
Does it pain me to see you cry? Wish I never had that sight.
Would I hurt me to keep me from hurting you? Right here, right now!
In the same sitting, I would close my my eyes and right here I’ve found…
..that it pains you that I pain me. Do I dare turn this knife around?