Remember when we used to play-fight on your same kitchen floor as mine
My little empath, I am so deeply sorry

I was your cruel filter which made me go blind, and to not realize how much further pain I had brought to you, I did not mind

You will always be mine, my beautiful empath
Your hair so much sunnier but your soul darkened from my distance
Your restless, enticed passion which breathes heavily in your eyes, I beg to return

If only I had listened to your beautiful cries, my sweet empath
We may have had another chance to find our young hearts again