(this is intereting...)
Do you love me?
If you say yes, don't be so hasty...
There are things that I do that you just can't see...
Things that I am that I'll never be...
In front of you...
So do you love me?
Look into my eyes
Firey demon I am, yet cute and cuddly...
Like a soft little demonic teddy bear or something...
And that is another thing...sometimes verse changes
In my head, and I will start talking in bizarre tones
That you cannot understand, but you will want to hug me
Uncontrollably for it...well, snap out of it!!
Do you love me?
I trip a lot...I cry a lot for no good reason...
I treat my life as though a treason...
You see me as a book cover, containing withing
Such splendid things...the New York Times said about me...
"Full of emotion! Terrific realism," or something or the like...
But the reporter just read the back cover, like you did...
Such a bad picture of the author...looking so much
Like a little demonic teddy bear...so...
Do you love me?
If you still say yes, go on, let haste control you...
For I have yet another day to be in your arms
And to smile at you sweetly...
For tomorrow my stuffing will be running low.
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