The demons of my past haunt me
For never telling a girl how truly I feel
For hiding myself in the darkness
And not seeing if our feelings were real
You are too beautiful and my soul couldn't rest
If with you I made the same mistake
So even if you don't feel the same
I still give this for you to take
Now in cards the Jack equal eleven
And the two ones looks like two I's and it's true
And because I don't like myself like that
I'll give you the choice of your King 2
I'm almost done but I'd like you to know
That my passion for you trickles in my heart so deep
And Passion and trickle are some gay words
But they're feelings that I'd like to keep
So it comes to an end and it's funny how
Ironically it's the end of something I wish to start
But my last request is strong and firm
Will you be my Queen of hearts
*Virus 23 - Rain*
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