make me

Make me sick

and make me cry

to you I'll sing another

lullaby, retract my claws

and feel the blood

as it pools in my flesh remaining,

undone

I sink and sit

and wonder why

you've cast me here in this desolate

place

it's been a long year

with you

it's been a long life

with you

and while I wouldn't trade it,

I wouldn't wish it upon anyone else

anyone else, anyone else

it's been a long year with you

it's been a long life with you

and while I wouldn't trade it,

I wouldn't wish it upon anyone else, anyone else, anyone else

at all.

Vanity pricks you in the mirror and I say you've deserved that one coming a long time, never say never

and think you'll abide by that code,

it's rather costly (I told you that right from the start, and you never did understand the price till now)

It's been a long year since we understood the meaning behind love and it's costly enterprises

the danger of riding so closely and in tandem with the perilous yellow lines

called boundary, the carelessness of the thrill called whim

-and the pain the duty of honor can instill when appropriately rectified

It's not enough that I love you

It's not enough for me

and I can't help but stay here

in the helpless, passivity

I know I'm not bound to a painful,

Loveless destiny, and I know that I love you but it's just not enough,

(right now in this transition of upset and fear from the fact that I gave you my heart on a pillow right next to my soul)

it's been a long year with you

it's been a long life with you

and while I wouldn't trade it,

I wouldn't wish it upon anyone else, anyone else, anyone else

at all.

it's been a long year with you

it's been a long life with you

and while I wouldn't trade it,

I wouldn't wish it upon anyone else, anyone else, anyone else

at all.

Make me sick

and make me cry

to you I'll sing another

lullaby, and feel much better

the motherly figure

-the essence of "us."