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=DYING LOVE=

No, dying love is for the meek.
You take it all, we have yet to seek.
My life is spent, your world’s been drained.
My body’s ancient, yours is sustained.

Take a drink here from my arm
It’s not obscene, I view it pleasing.
What else have you to chose,
But an exchange from me to you.

No, dying love is what I give.
No other gift I chose to live.
Another one just be receptive,
No, it becomes all attractive.

In the shape of things to come,
Don’t be afraid, do not run.
What else have you to chose,
But an exchange from me to you.

No, dying love can often sway.
It comes to pass and fade away.
You take it all, as I shall make
There is no one you cannot break.

I serve my life up on a plate.
Its what some may call your fate.
What else have you to chose,
But an exchange from me to you.

Like the kid who’s born unkind.
I know I’m evil, I’m just blind.
No, dying love I always find,
Some soul to take and change their mind.

Though never changing
There’s nothing here, but what you’re making.
Something used from what was new
But an exchange from me to you.

^^Inspired by Placebo's: Every You Every Me^^