How could I be so lucky,
To have you in my arms?
How can I believe that you are as perfect
as I think you are?
How can I know,
that you don't want my body,
and how will I know,
that you will be at my side for more than a month?
I have been hurt,
over the years,
and now I'm afraid to show you my tears.
I may look tough on the outside,
just to hide the inside.
My eyes are dry,
but my heart bleeds,
hoping that you will never leave.
I hope you understand,
how much you mean to me,
and how I think of you even in my dreams.
Please don't push me away,
and don't laugh at me to my face.
The blade is here,
to end my life,
if you should leave me.
Cold and alone,
I do not wish to be.
I am afraid that this perfect you,
will have a flaw,
that will crush us too.
Hide that flaw and stay as you are,
for I fear soon,
I will lose that perfect you.
