I wouldn't answer right away
For lack of something wise to say
For if I were to answer true
And say that it was all for you
He'd surely strike me dead as dust
And say that it was only just
For if I were to make it back
All scarred and singed and sooted black
I know it wouldn't change a thing
I'd feel that old familiar sting
My heart would leap into my throat
I'd blink back tears and write a note
I'd leave it under your front door
And there you'd find it, on the floor
It'd be too late, but that's okay
For all my little note would say
"To burn in hell, I'd much prefer
To seeing you, still loving her."
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