My armour’s off, love,
I have no fight left in me,
I’m too broken to raise arms
and battle my honour.

Pierce my chest, love,
stab me through my heart,
I am done with loving you
and not loving myself.

Take my soul, love,
the colour of lavender,
its glow has dimmed lately
and it wants to leave.

I can’t win, love,
I never could with you,
so claim another victory
and just let me rest.