Ideas draft 2

You wil be hesitant and i'll want to leave

You'll start the chorus and i will fall soon

As you pull me up to the surface to breathe

I'll drag you right down to drown with me too

I'm not really sure how to deal with this

Everything's slowly falling apart

Should she be hated or should she be missed?

What do i feel now, where do i start?

She curls back in disbelief and shock horror,

for what she thought was there appears to have grown

Does she know, at a time i did love her?

Before the blood dried up and the stitches were sewn?