Forever

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Say that you'll love me forever.

Say that you'll always hold me tight,

Say that you won't abandon me

In the darkest hour; the darkest night


Say that harsh winds won't change your mind,

Say you won't be swayed like the trees.

"Cause love's such an old fashioned word"

Come Winter, you're gone, like the birds and bees


What makes you different? Tell me please.

Others who've 'loved' me have flown before,

Now all their promises and love

Live on the other side of the slammed door


Love should burn bright but what you'll find

Is darkness in the shape of a heart

That once loved brightly and deeply too

But that can't be said for its counterpart.


Love can make the flowers bloom

But flowers wilt and love does too.

And I do want somebody to hold

But I'm terrified that I might lose you


You'll say you'll hold me forever,

You'll say you'll always hold me tight,

You'll say that you would never leave me

In the darkest hour; the darkest night


But when that darkest hour comes,

When the winds change and go astray,

You're hidden by a shroud of darkness

And it's easy for you to slip away


Has your love already faded?

I'm scared to know if mine's begun

I'll be scared of giving us a chance,

Of us, of this. Until forever's done.


Perhaps I'm scared of something else

And never us or you, maybe

Perhaps the old fashioned word itself

Is exactly what is frightening me.


Like Poe, the raven and Lenore

Perhaps I will love nevermore.

I'm not yet ready so, for now,

I will ignore the rapping on the door.


Maybe one day when Winter's done,

If you wait through the cold weather,

Nevermore and forever will end

And us two will bloom and fly together.


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Under Pressure.


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