I loved you to death and that's where it brought me.
To hang for every moment you've turned your back.
This is what I want. This is what love wants.
This is love.
And I'll wait for you forever,
it's my love, not these nails that hold my arms open.
It's my love, not these wounds that tear me apart.
I love you to death and that's where it brings me.
I deserve gold, but will wear thorns with joy.
For the day will come, when you will rejoice.
Rejoice sons, daughters,
I loved you to death.
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