My love, why do you still weep?
When all your battle scars have dried up.
How is hatred the only thing you reap?
When you have been sitting so silent
My love, how do you always live on edge?
When I gave you nothing but space.
Love, Why do you stand at the ledge?
Would jumping off be the perfect case?
My love, how are you the one who is breathless,
When I am the one who only breathes what you exhale.
My love, how can you be so worthless?
When you are all what I inhale.