i'll live the rest of my short life trying to prove my 
self-less love. that in some backwards and unhealthy, but 
beautiful way i care more about you than myself. you 
could learn a lesson not to build your world up around 
you, because when we go, our hearts are the only thing 
left. i've got to show that i can hold my love up no 
matter how bad i want to leave. because i care more to 
show you my love than to free myself or make my life 
better. maybe i'm wrong- maybe i'm selling myself short. 
but that's what i'm here for. when your world falls down 
i'll be one of the only two things that you can fall back 
on. and i'll still be yours.