Everybody loves the fireworks…Till the city goes dark.Till the money dries up.Till your hands start shaking at 3AM.Funny how forever sounds beautifulright before life tests it.You looked beautiful in hotel light,champagne lips, rooftop nights.Making promises through cigarette smoke,laughing loud like we’d never choke.We were gold in every photograph,smiling hard, hiding cracks.But the truth don’t knock polite —it kicks the door in late at night.Bills stacked up by the kitchen sink,both too tired to even think.Anxiety screaming through the silence,two hearts trying not to turn violent.And I watched you watch me fall apart…without walking away.Anybody can dance in the sunlight,anybody can kiss through the highs.But who still stays breathing beside youwhen your whole world catches fire?Tell me who still reaches for youwhen surviving you gets hard.When loving you ain’t beautiful anymore…just scars.Don’t love me when I’m shining,love me when the walls cave in.When the flowers die around us,would you crawl through hell again?When I’m broke down, ugly crying,half insane and barely breathing…Would you still reach for my handin that ER at 3AM?That’s real love.Not the picture — the survival.Through hell again…Through hell again…Would you stay?Would you stay?Through hell again…If heaven falls apart tonight…Would you stay?We stopped talking for a couple weeks,just cold coffee and broken sleep.Both got sharp from the pain inside,throwing words like knives at night.You saw the worst parts of my soul,the jealous rage, the loss control.Bathroom floor and mascara stains,both of us drowning different ways.Some nights love looked like warfare,two ghosts breathing broken air.But even at my darkest end,you kept pulling me back in.Still you sat beside my silence…like leaving never crossed your mind.Cause fairytale love ain’t real life,roses die and diamonds crack.Real romance is two lost peopledragging each other back.Not candlelight or ocean views,not filters making pain look clean.It’s hospital halls and shaking handswhen the future feels obscene.Don’t love me when I’m shining,love me when the walls cave in.When the future looks like lightning,would you crawl through hell again?When I’m angry, numb and hopeless,all my edges showing…Would you still say “I’m not leaving”while the whole world’s folding in?That’s real love.Not the picture — the survival.Anybody can lovethe version of you that’s easy to carry.The smiling version.The successful version.The drunk-at-midnight dancing version.But can they love the hospital version?The panic attack version?The overdraft version?The grieving version?Can they love youwhen your name feels heavy?When depression turns your houseinto a graveyard with electricity?Can they love youwhen surviving you gets expensive?Who stayed…when surviving you got expensive?Don’t love me when I’m shining,love me when there’s nothing left.When we’re choking on tomorrowand the world sits on our chest.When I’m shattered past redemption,cold, exhausted, barely human…Would you still walk through the firejust to pull me out again?If heaven closed its gates tonight,if every dream went up in flames…Would you still crawl beside methrough hell again?That’s real love.That’s the vow.Through hell again…I’d choose you now.Everybody loves the fireworks…But not everybody stays for the smoke.Through hell again…Would you stay?Would you stay?
