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I wish I could stop thinking about it
I wish I could see it over and over again
Our rooftop dance
I was pursuing you from the scene of the crime
I had tried another way to get your attention
And we fought
Like we always do
A sick, obsessive pattern
A beautiful, bright rhythm
A perfect dream
It should have been a nightmare
Blows and blows-
punches
cuts
batarangs
and laughing gas
Weapons tried and true
Time and time again
But the scene has to end
But I always win
And so we drive to Arkham
A place I fear how much I belong
A place that was made for me
And I ask the same question
Even though I know the answer
Will you please let me
Rehabilitate you?
Corrupt you?
All I want is for you to
See the world the way I do
Nothing matters
Everything matters
Every one matters
All I want is to help you
I could make you free, for the first time in your life
I could save you from the prison of your mind
But I don’t know how to change your answer
And I don’t want to change mine
And I fear that one day you’ll die
And I’ll settle for the next best thing:
Dying by your hand
That you’ll wear down my ideals until I break
And if that happened,
nothing would ever be the same
But in the meantime
I cause problems
And I react
I endanger people
And I save them
And we fight, and fight, and fight
And I try to hide it
And I remind you
How much we both love our dance