All the pain behind your eyes
With every truth behind your lies
My love, heart and honesty dies

Because I've felt the pain
The result of lies
I've felt how it feels to want to die

And that you wouldn't tell me how you feel
Wouldn't let me in to help- is this not real?

I get it. somethings - everything- you don't want to share
I guess I should never have let my self care

I'm sorry
I'm not good enough
And will never say the right thing

But I guess that's what comes
Of being your Harley-Quinn.