It's up to me now, turn on the bright lights.
You were there, hiding in my bed.
He bent down to kiss your forehead.
I saw and I cried,
and if you were me, you would have died.
In that moment, you took over,
though still submerged under the covers.
What could I do?
I wasn't, nor will ever be, you.
We all know how this ends,
with a heart so sick and blackened.
It's a sorry way of life, but
it's my own goddamned heart that's shut.
So FUCK off!
It's up to me now, turn on the bright lights.
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