This Love is building up inside of me.
Its like a needle going something through my veins.
This Love is building up inside of me and blocking the air from my lungs.
I dont want to love you but I chose to anyways.
My Love for you gets stronger but I fade away quicker.
This love is the needle going into my neck with just pure air.
If I push up then I will be dead and the only thing left from me to you is this love that I have for you.
My love for you is making me weaker then I already was.
I dont want to love you but I continue to because you are my first and true Love.
