looking at all of the hurtful things that you say.
If a bullet was shot at you I'd still stand in the way.
you hit me, and scream, and say it's me that you hate.
But I'd stand in your place, when it's time for your fate.
See, you never see the real me, im no more than a stress releiver.
But im ok with that darling. I'll care for your fever.
As long as you notice me, I'll be there.
Even if it's with your hands on my throte, gasping for air.
Even when you give me cuts and burns,
I'll love you darling, because Love hurts.
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