Throw me in zero degree weather,
but make sure I have a blanket.
Pistol whip me with a gun,
but make sure you have it on safety.
Stab me with a Knife,
but have the bandage waiting.
Throw me off a tower,
but just watch to see if I made it down safely.
Throw me in a lion’s den,
but make sure there’s enough food for all of us.
Run me over in traffic,
but make sure I know I’m special by using a short bus.
Do what you need,
treat me as you must.
But all of this hurts less than you lying,
then saying you love me.