It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees. 

Loving you was young and wild and free.
Loving you was cool and hot and sweet.
Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound.
A steady place to let down my defenses.
But loving you had consequences.

You looked like heaven 
but felt like hell.
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