this can never be real.

i sign your contract of the devil, and by doing so, i agree to my worst nightmare. star-crossed lovers, i believe, are the luckiest among us. they can love each other freely even if it ends in death. it goes without saying that i would die for you a thousand times, but would you do the same in return?

i will hand over my heart and soul if it means i can listen the pulse that anchors me to this cruel world. getting caught up in your tangled web of lies is something i cannot seem to stop myself from doing. your hand in mine, my cheek against yours as we put on a show for your sake.

then she loves you and you leave me because it was never we.

it is you and me.

always in that order, because your needs come before mine. everything is yours: she is your girl, your pride and i am yours to use. i go to heaven at a moment's notice but i am burning in hell because i lie for you and i lie with you.

the truth that i accept is that i am the moon and she is the sun, as long as she lives she will overshadow me.

shall i last longer, i might have a chance. but i can only live for so long on stolen love.