To me, you are a curio.
You make me want to love again.
You give me anxiety,
But never actual pain.
To me, you are a flower.
The brightest in the field.
You make so happy.
The sword of love, you wield.
To me, you are the moon.
You brighten up my life.
You make me feel at peace
And rid me of all strife.
To me, you are the only one.
And the only one you will always be.
You make me ever so timid.
It's like you're the only one for me.
But the curio is destroyed.
The blood has been shed.
No more anxiety,
Just a bullet through the head.
The flower is wilted.
The only one dead.
Only sadness left.
To the grave, you were led.
The moon has disappeared.
The darkest of nights.
No more peace.
Only fright.
You are still the only one.
That's how you will be.
Now all that's left,
Is for death to take me.
