If it were to be the truth,
That spills from between my lips,
It's colour would be a velvet red,
A carressing kiss with every drip,
If it were to be but lies,
That cries inside my heart,
It's sighs would be a symphony,
That keeps us far apart,
If it were to be but pain,
That renders my body numb,
The shock of seeing you beside me,
Would be the fatal one,
If it were to be your hand,
That intertwines with mine,
The softness of your tender touch,
Would be the vital sign,
If it were to be a day,
Before this event did appear,
I'd change the way I had been,
But death does now draw near,
If it were the summer sun,
That I felt upon my chest,
The warmth would be most welcome,
More than this bloody mess,
If you swore to me again,
That you'll always be by my side,
Then I'd call you liar again,
'Cos I'm the one who died.

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