Glad to Be Unhappy

March 20, 1997

Shuddering in your arms
Feeling the warmth of your lips
Against my brow
Your hands warm my cheeks

We're walking towards the white horse
that guided us to the
place where only laughter is permitted

Tell me that you love me
for the first time I believe
everything is going to be alright

Fairy tales coming true
to life you say that it's
over that this can't be

My love
unrequited
burns on the nightstand where
your heart now lies

As it beats the sun starts
to shine against the
dagger I drive
deeper
than my love

for

you...


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