"... if it kills me" My heart hurts when i see you but i miss you when your gone. How messed up am i. But ya know what I don't care even if i am not with you i want to see you. Whats the point in torturing myself, at least this way i get to talk to you, spend time with you. Pretend. Love is blind. And stupid. And sometimes just plain mean.
'If i would be so bold I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hands'
... you have to set yourself on fire. You make my heart hurt, i feel the empty hole in my chest when i think to hard about you. Still somehow just seeing you makes the pain stop and my stomach flip. You know what if anyone ever tells you that you can't feel a broken heart they obviously never had there heart broken. JERK