In terms of love and war I am lost
I never knew where you stood
Because you never told me
I wish I was dead
Honestly I wish it was over every day
Call a suicide hotline and they will tell you they don't have the time
Tell someone who was there and they will care
I was once someone who fought
Now I fight with only touches of love and glory
I will work hard
My apologies were accepted and we laughed
That made me feel supported
By the strong and sweet
If you tell me to be a better person
Than you are too late
I already made that date
I am too loved to try to be hate
I am the flowers in your trust
I am the love in your life
So don't mistake me for a hater
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