I know that she's the death of me,
just the thought of her makes me weak,
she holds me down with her stare,
and she never lets me speak,
she knows every bit of me,
like predicting a falling rock,
she knows every move I'll make,
and watches like a hawk,
her eyes always do penetrate,
they see into my heart,
she's gotten so good at it,
she's turned it into art,
now I only say these things,
because they are all true,
but not because she hates me,
but because she loves me too,
I only wish to say one more thing,
that I love her with all my heart,
'cause tommorow's our anniversary,
and I pray we'll never part.