His heart was bleeding dry to change her, bring her back from stone
His fear kept him holding on, but it was love she was begging to let her go
The choice not to quit was losing its grip
An oil ladened precipe, she was prepared to slip
Hoping the novacain would lessen the pain, she was dying to feel
The truth had a way of addressing realities, lacking in appeal
Pinned under the rock, her body entered a state of shock
And cutting herself loose, or letting the life pass on through
Left her evaluating which was the lesser evil to choose
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