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Why don't I tell you that I love you

with my hand next to the gun

I can't tell you it was worth it

But, damn if it wasn't fun

Why don't you tell me that you need me 

with your fingers on my neck

you can feel my heavy breathing 

as you wisper I'm the one

Is there fear in the rejection

or hope in letting go

some slight relief in the submission

the desire to succumb 

Is there light in the idea

or darkness in the pain

as you lay right here beside me

I keep whispering your name

Why don't I push the gage up to 100

As I lay out for you my heart 

with the engine reving, adreniline 

can you tell the two apart

Why don't you push me toward the edge 

as you give to me your soul 

surly the fear of the rejection 

can't be worse than letting go