How dare you.
How dare you cry over me; like some kind of maiden.
How dare you not tell me about your magic sooner.
It's your fault.
It's always your fault.
Your fault for being an idiot.
For being like how you always are.
For always staying by my side.
For being loyal.
All your fault.
No man should give that much.
Especially you.
Now here I am.
Dying in your arms.
All because of you.
And I'm talking to you.
Talking when it hurts.
It hurts because it's you.
I don't want you to see me dying.
I want to see you smiling.
Not crying.
And it's all your fault that I'm hurting.
Because you made me feel alive again.
Made me feel