i'll live the rest of my short life trying to prove my
self-less love. that in some backwards and unhealthy, but
beautiful way i care more about you than myself. you
could learn a lesson not to build your world up around
you, because when we go, our hearts are the only thing
left. i've got to show that i can hold my love up no
matter how bad i want to leave. because i care more to
show you my love than to free myself or make my life
better. maybe i'm wrong- maybe i'm selling myself short.
but that's what i'm here for. when your world falls down
i'll be one of the only two things that you can fall back
on. and i'll still be yours.