Would you look at the time
my skin that is drying
and the whole time im hiding
the truth

would you look what i said
how i thought i was well read
how my intentions thrive in death
oh im begging.

Can you tell me who I am
and if you couldnt then i cant
and im sick of this romance
of dying dues.

I asked you how to spell it
and  you want to repel it
all the way from me you wanted
gone

I tried my giving hope,
I tried our tethering rope
you wanted it or nope
i never knew.

I guess all the while
as if i were a child
i held on to you,

at least hoping for some truth