Go on.
Stab me.
Crush me.
Break me.
Just promise that one day you'll maybe love me.
I will throw myself into your arms
willingly accepting the knife
that meets my heart.
I will hand you my love,
my heart,
my soul,
and after you crush it,
I will still be yours.
All this is done
in the name of Love.
All this is done
with the bit of hope
that still resides in my soul.
I do what you ask.
I do what you say.
You still do not love me.
That's okay.
Because im resting my love on the "maybe one day".
Having you at last will be worth this pain,
of constant rejection,
of hated reflection,
of trying to change.
Just keep stabbing me my love.
Keep hurting me my dear,
just promise me
that one day maybe
you'll love me.
And if one day you break
all that is left
and I'm alone waiting
on your front step
waiting for that one last tear
that will leave nothing left
I will bleed to death
while embracing the pain
and I will smile with what strength I have
as I reach to give you one last kiss
And never reach your cheek
Will you love me then?
After I have gone, and you are left alone
will you realize your mistake
and find a heart that's warm
inside that void?
If not, then when you visit my grave
promise me that one day
maybe
you will love me.
