Every day that you were saved a little more
I died a little more
And every time you were better
I was less and less alive
This disease, it kills us both
But you can be saved, and I am gone.
This poison drug to save you
Poisoned my heart
Don't ask me, I don't know
How could this happen, they cry, they cry
I second the thought as I die, I die
But it's not me, it's you they are keeping alive
Just because it doesn't kill you doesn't mean it makes you stronger
I am sickened all the more by my malignant thoughts
And tortured by the poison that saves you and kills me
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