Your killing me, your killing me.
Weren’t you the one who was supposed to protect me.

Your killing me,you’ve killed my joy.
My hope is next on your list.

Your killing me, you’ve broke me down.
Now I don’t know who I am anymore.

Your killing me, my spirits almost gone.
I can’t help but wonder why.

Your killing me and my thoughts of you.
Once my king you have reduced yourself to a jesters role.

Because your killing me, I’m done with this.
I want to live my life.

So take your metaphorical hands off my neck and stop choking my hope, love,passion , and joy.

Doesn’t it kill you that I’m gone.