because I don't know if he's going to die.
Growing up,
believing nobody would ever love us,
knowing the darkness was coming.
In a few days,
you will know.
That they might be wrong.
Coming in a few days,
it would come.
And if you weren't ready,
I'd say you didn't make it.
But not me.
Because I'd die either way,
no matter what you'd say,
no misunderstanding,
no misconceptions,
only clarity.
So go, just go,
go on without me.
Because I won't have you dying for me,
And my heart knows that you won't be standing here waiting for me,
You don't like being seen here,
You can't be seen standing beside me.
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