Why steal a taste when you know the severe chances,   of suffering much worse than just an allergic reaction?   Because you don’t know something until you try    And you’ll never find who you need    until you take attempt out of hiding   Why pick a rose by its thorn or petal   When you can firmly grasp it by the stem?   Because roots are much more fatal if wounded   A broken heart can eat you alive   If you knew the answers to these two questions   Maybe I’d still feel life    If we played this relationship backwards   My heart would come back    And I wouldn’t have to walk around    with a knife protruding from my back   your touch feels of wolves nipping at my skin   but I know you must work on that look   because the fear from one glimpse makes my skin crawl   I wish I had my eyes moved to the back of my head   So that I could look back on what we have    Instead of looking forward at the oncoming guillotine   Made especially for me   I wish it wasn’t you who’d be my executioner   But I know you planned it this way   And I saw it coming all along   I love it all the same   You’re nothing and worth everything