If life needed a soul,
And I needed yours,
Would you have granted me,
Or would you have granted she?

If love wanted a heart,
And I wanted yours,
Would you give yours to me,
Or would it belong to she?

If lust wanted a body,
And I craved yours,
Would it then be given to me,
Or would it have been delivered to she?

If death had wanted me,
And I wanted you,
Would you give yourself to me,
Or would  I be given to she?

The struggles I face every day,
All I could see is dark grey,
The pain of not being able to write,
My papers are still blank white,
No one understands this distress,
A feeling I can't confess,
Pens and papers are enemies,
But we shared so much memories,
Maybe it's time to burn,
And to never return.