I want to start this out by saying
What if I mess this up?
I've lost what made me so sane.
And my ties to this earth have left me.
At this point how can I even consider?
I've become so latin and so bitter.
I know she wants to see the good in me.
But I've been rotting in a shell for a thousand years.
So please just let this work.
Because I'm tired of the tears.