Ironic
That what was supposed to be one
became two
Ironic
That you fought for a life
That wasn't supposed to be there
Where everything was supposed to be
All but one great big lie
Ironic
That each knew
What each truly felt
At that precise moment
Where you wanted to fade.
But what is more ironic
Is when you started to fight
For a separate existence
In order to protect
And to forever be there
Yes, forever be there
By her side
Now
As you go separate ways
Let that wish stay
And never be forgotten
To go back once more
And swear to protect
To move on
To a life that is entirely yours
To meet people
Who would be the reason
For your existence
And to never disappear
Yes
never disappear
So
Please.
Stay.
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