If instead of a human being,
pain and suffering grinds against your crotch,
will your sickness and desire be healed,
or it will be traumatized for all the unsaid sins,
dig me higher and you might laugh at me,
but maybe, only maybe if you really try,
and take whatever is left of me and keep it tight
you will see the man i try to be, a much needed change, even thought it doesn't seem.

why, so many memories had to die
i look at people, i see sin
i look up at the sky, i feel alright
everything felt so unsure
until i felt the warmth of your breath
in that day a star was born
half in your eyes
half in my heart
i have to ask, where our light will shine?