Immortal

If I was immortal, and you not,
what a hell that would be,
a hell that hell wrought.
For, you see...
I could never live without you.
Each day would be torture so great,
I wouldn't know what to do,
except perhaps curse Fate.
Every breath I took
would be full of pain,
Immortality robbing me of escape, that dirty crook,
and I would look at everything in disdain.
So may I never be so
blessed and cursed with this trait,
highest of highs and lowest of lows,
spare me from this miserable fate!
'Cause in the end, it's you.
In the end, it's really true.
I would do anything for you,
but I can't live without you.