It’s lurking in your smile,
The decision you want me to make
And I can’t do this anymore:
Dance on the edge of your blade
So I’m begging you, please—
Please don’t make me choose
What makes it hard for you to see
That either way, I lose?
Because the choice you ask of me
Comes with much too high a price;
For every possible decision
Will cost a piece of my life
So stop asking for a sacrifice—
It’s horrendously unfair;
But even knowing what it costs me,
Your eyes say you don’t care.
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