Tonight I’ll give up my love for you
To carry around such a thing has become a burden by my bedside
To go on unreciprocated is to die again and again
I can interpret your touch, you see
…And it isn’t one of insatiable need
I will no longer be the only fool in the room
I will no longer meander the streets in search of meaning
I will no longer live in shadows that only I can envision
You’ve made your choice and so have I
I can’t extract fibers from a heart that just isn’t there
Or more likely is hidden from view
My eyes were too wide and too willing to be taken advantage of
So, tonight I’ll just give up my love for you
Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing.
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