She cant surrender, for she is already caught
in a web of what i've told.
like a fly in love with the spider.
she rests her head within my hands,
and expects me not to cry.
though thoughts of bitter happiness
have killed me a million times.
and if she was to die tonight,
would she look at me as a curse.
an answer not even a prayer could protect,
or a man could give.
so i look at her with empty eyes,
and lie to her again.
because id rather watch her fall apart
then put my life to an end.
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