You matter to me.
You were my dream;
those were my screams.
You were there again in tonight’s dreams—
why, why again, tonight?
Sick of your pain,
the kiss of your fake chain.
I remember all those moments
when you, the only one, would wander.
No… no… no… no… no—but
I still love you.
Who cares about the hurt
when I care only for you—
because you matter to me.
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