I know, but I don’t want to
It would be ok to be sick with you as long as you held my hand
I would only need the one and the other can rot in the sand
whatever you so desire to satisfy your paltry needs
take the feelings shining from my eyes and my soul from which you feed
too embarrassed to say the word so nothing left to say
knowing you don’t deserve me in even the smallest way
Anthracite 
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