If I had a choice, I'd still choose you

Who is my life Is it you or me? The life I live is really three. The number three's my dignity Where I escape so vividly; however, and here is where I forget the barren trap you set. O! how I would soon forget, and then wish we'd never met. So who are you, really? that I thought I knew you sincerely, loved you dearly, but now weep bitterly. Is your life worth more, that you should go before we end up starting a war or open the forbidden door. Door number four. Four's an easy score as any to manipulate, but you'd rather live your life of late, and fight the winds of fate. Just know that chances shrink of finding someone who cares what you think, if you push them away you're too young, you think wellI think, I love you desperately, and I would rather sink off the brink than find someone else.