In this world I made for you,
Designed for just us two;
We are never to be blue,
Only red and vibrant hues.
And should I ever lie to you—
Let it be the sweetest fantasy,
Of all the things that we will do,
And the places that we plan to see.
Could you ever really bear the weight
Of this sugar-coated serenade,
If I opened up the barricade
And let you through my gate?
If you could see the pain that lies
Trapped behind these crying eyes;
Perhaps you’d finally come to find,
I’ve never had any peace of mind.
Sometimes the truth is ruthless—
Will you love me till I'm torn and toothless?
When my body's worn and useless,
And I'm void of my creative juices.
Will you hold my hand until I die,
Or decide to hang me out to dry?
When this hopeless bird no longer sings,
And my broken wings no longer fly?
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