You beat me,
But I love you.
You throw me against a wall,
But I still love you.
What happened?
When I came home with you,
You loved me.
Now it seems you hate me.
You signed the papers.
I'm yours.
I love you.
You tie me to the back of your bike,
And ride around the town,
With me being dragged,
With me crying.
But you don't stop,
And no one tries to stop you.
I still love you.
You go weeks without giving me food and drink.
But I still love you,
Even though that love is growing weak.
You throw me outside in the snow.
Not letting me in,
Until the next night.
My love for you is still there,
But now,
I find hatred,
In my heart,
For you.
I am on my death bed.
Three little words,
That mean a lot.
Are finally said to me,
From you.
My hatred disappears,
For I love you.
As I lick your hand one more time,
I close my eyes,
And fall into a sleep,
I can never wake up from.
Three little words,
Said finally,
From you,
To me,
Are still in my head.
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