Azalea Lee

Azalea Lee,
Don’t think about me—how we
used to be—go free

If I wanted thee
to fixate on me, don’t ye
think I’d have done more

I can’t right foresee
a future where we… connect,
as bitter as it makes me

Forget about we,
about us, about me… please
I need this to be

Is it really wrong, If it’s alright
Am I the black, in this world of white light
So sick of bulls_t, too weak to fight

So goodnight, goodnight, I guess we were right
This story’s been wrote, before our first fight
Goodnight, goodnight, I guess they were right
If left up to me, I’d hold you too tight

Your wings won’t take flight
Your songs won’t sound right
So go, as you know, what I say is what’s right
A chance or a plight
A boon or a blight
Choose well, choose now, ain’t waiting all night

And if, by somehow, that our sacred vow,
should make it through the night,
I promise thee, that you’ll always be,
the single best thing in my life—
all that I’ve ever done right
Words cut like the edge of the knife

So I’m sorry,
so sorry,
I’m sorry to see you go
But if you should stay,
there’s no other way,
that I see how our story will go

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