Sometimes I think,
why even breathe,
when no one is there,
to give you air?
You stumble through hope,
stumble through pain,
they leave you alone,
and it drives you insane.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
I need you to stay.
Stay here, here with me.
Because I love you.
Rose are red.
Violets are blue.
If this love is false,
this hate must be true.
But only because,
I love you.
Your kindred spirit,
you may not know,
gets me through the days.
I don't have to rhyme,
to fulfill my love for you,
my heart full of shattered lies,
and broken promise.
You ask me,
Elise, why do you smoke?
The haze is a reminder of the things that don't exist,
I get sucked under,
until I call quits,
and roll in my bed and say,
I love you.
You ask me,
Elise, why do you drink alcohol?
The blur is a reminder of the bullshit I call love,
I get blew away,
but the purple haze,
and the blur,
altogether.
Because I
love
you.
