I suffer the effects of this love, the good
     the bad
to be sure, your thoughts do invade my mind
   so does your problems, your past
unfazed, I trudge forward, as I should
     willing to bear your weight
scapegoat? yes! packmule? yes!
    only if the open truth exists, I'll be fine
Its a sign, I've lit it brightly
   speak to me, even if its spitefully
  and I'll do what I need to do for you, my dear
                     and I'll do it rightly