Fix You

They say what makes you cold are your dreams.

You dream about death.

You think about the deaths of many but whenever you think about masochism you never think about torturing me.

You protect me in this way,

But your mind must be a terrible place.

You love me and they say that’s the only thing you do love.

But you of course love yourself to don’t you???

I will

Fix you.

Is it so hard to tell me you love me?

But when you finally tell me.

You are fixed

And our souls are one.