Please, don't love me.
I have a cursed heart.
Please, you must understand me.
I have a heart full of pain, for now unbroken.
Like an eternal glass it holds and holds
things that are mine, things that are yours.
I cannot love without giving you the curse
of loving me and it's crazy, of course.
Loving me, a lost tortured soul
whose body is young, but mind is old.
Who knows how to walk, but not sure of the way.
So many miles a head, I can't do them in a day.
It's a curse loving me, don't you know?
Before it falls on you, please go.
Because this is a curse I need to hold alone.
Please, I beg of you, begone.
My heart can only take so much,
but not the feeling of your touch.
Let go of me I say,
you'll regret it in a day.
Loving me isn't fun,
my love is warmer than the sun.
It will burn you and I know
that this pain isn't low.
It's high on my heart.
Higher than you'll ever know.
This pain inside
created by the curse, I'm sure.
The curse of knowledge, experience and fear.
Putting aside everything I hold dear.
Don't love me, as I said before,
it's a curse and you'll find no cure.
It only has one use, keeping me alive,
but even as I live, I wish my curse to die.
To feel love, to feel alive
to not feel pain, to not want to die.
To be able to breathe, without that feeling
of lack of oxygen, undying.
It's unfair, I know,
but it's there, won't go.
But you can run,
save yourself before it's done.
Remember the curse and don't love me
leave me alone, unwanted and lonely.
As God intended it to be...
