I begged for your love,
It came and then to a count of ten,
I wished for it to gone again,
For I begged for a knowing heart,
But all knowing was much... too much,
I said to 'see the out is enough,
But to see the In,
was much too sharp'
See the irises of my eyes,
Listen to my woeful sighs,
Notice all my conformities,
Dont press on my deformities,
See all my mother would,
But dont travel too far,
I'll cut the rope before it becomes charred,
No one likes a burnt smell,
My kettle's brewing and the bell is felt.