I don’t want to enjoy but I know I should
I’m afraid of what the mirror has conjured
There is a loaded gun and a sharpened knife
This is the easiest choice I’ve had in life
I leave a note on the door, I relax on the floor
All I can think about is my racing heart and suddenly, I want more
More of the pain, so I let go of the gun
More moments to be with that certain person
More time to think about my decision
More nights to dream and more days to vision
More chance to realize my end of the deal
More fabrication of what’s truly real
I want a whole lot more than I am going to get
(And he would probably leave me too)
Like that time when he taught me to inhale
On his last-one-in-the-pack cigarette
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