I still care about Christian
Does he care about me?
When I see him around he looks down
afraid of what he'll see
And I know there's a heaven
that he's trying to find
But it's hell that he makes, callous and afraid
of the ones he's left behind
And the touch of his body, so tender and cruel
when he made me play girlfriend
there wasn't much I could do
He'd come to my garret
and we'd 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 didn't love
and the one he didn't love
should have been
Night after night
But the world he didn't love
and the one he didn't 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?
He's taken up with a new girl
who keeps his conscience clean
and tells him he's a keeper
though I don't know if he knows what that means

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