O ma fleur delicate,
Le plus beau amis que j'ai jamais eu
Je t'adore de tout mon coeur
Tu es mon don le plus precieux

A little sadness of the soul
Helps keep a tattered heart whole...

Oh the running water is so hot
But I know you know that it is not
As hot as you would be with my loving next to you,
Will you let me do all the things I want to do,
All the naughty pleasures in my head?
"Don't worry," I whisper. "They don't all take place in bed..."

Suppose you were to give someone everything
Possibly you had to give, mentally, physically and
Emotionally, and after you feel as though
Nothing of your own is left to you, it’s not a bad sense but
Tis frightening…and you need to know you lay in a safe environment…

Speckle! Speckle! Speckle! seeping through my shirt
Don't worry 'bout the colour, it doesn't really hurt
Sometimes I act before I think
Taste the knife, watch it sink
I'm not a habit, it's only on occasion
But mine are deeper, wider; stayin'

What to say,
When to speak,
Or should I be silent?
Both take strength
Both require discernment
And I can’t seem to decide
Which is right