I still care about Christian Does he care about me? When I see him around he looks down Afraid of what hell see And I know theres a heaven That hes trying to find But its hell that he makes, callous and afraid Of the ones hes left behind And the touch of his body, so tender and cruel When he made me play girlfriend There wasnt much I could do Hed come to my garret And wed make something like love But the flowers he gave me have wilted But I keep them, like I keep him He wants a life after life But the world he didnt love And the one he didnt love Should have been Night after night But the world he didnt love And the one he didnt love Will never know Paradise When he makes his confessions When he says his prayers And kneels beside his bed in the moonlight Is a part of me there? Hes taken up with a new girl Who keeps his conscience clean And tells him hes a keeper Though I dont know if he knows what that means
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