Affection Infection
I Feel As Though I-‘m Falling,
Will You Be There To Catch Me?
Or Will You Pull Back Your Hand And Let Me Fall,
And Emotionally Dispatch Me?
I Keep Thinking You Are With Me,
But You-‘re No Longer Mine,
I Say That I Will Be Okay,
But We Both Know That I-‘m Lying.
I Give To You All I Have,
And Take Little In Return,
Even Though The Romance Has Died,
It Crashed, It Broke, It Burned.
Do I Have To Beg For You To Love Me,
Do I Have To Get Down Upon My Knees?
Or Is It That I Am Unable To See
The Forest Because Of The Trees?
Have Your Feelings For Me Changed?
I Swear You Will Not Hurt Me,
I Guess It-‘s That I-‘d Rather You Leave Me
Than Be Here With Me But Desert Me.
My Disease Goes By The Name Of Love,
And It Thrives On Affection,
And You Would Have To Use A Double-Edged Sword
To Cut Out All Of My Infection