When the death of you is looking you straight in the eye

[awsweat]

Smile at me as I smile at you.
Stomach torn, battered and bruisied.
Hold me..NO!!! Push me
Make your mind up.
You know where I stand, find where you stand
Stop letting me die from the pain you give me
Make it better.
You have the touch.
It's the touch that has been there for so long.
Or else I will continue the lies to you about my own happiness.
It is obvious you know what to do.
Take care of it for its too late for me and you.