Should I tell you a lie?
Could you watch me die?
If I showed you my blood,
Would it be understood?
Will you cut me to heal,
Is my pain all too real?
Or just not real enough to feel?
Must I always be hurt?
Wear your hairshirt?
Does honesty really pay,
When I don't know how to play?
Can you wash away my pain,
Must I still hunger in vain?
Or is life not to be lived again?
Do my eyes have to see?
Must you always be free?
Why does heartache never end,
Could you be my best friend?
Will you watch while I fall,
Cement more bricks in my wall?
Or can true love really conquer all?
Must I rip out my heart,
Live the madness of my past?
Do dreams ever come true,
Can I survive without you?
Why has pride such humility?
Will you prolong this misery?
Or now end my life and set me free?
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