The mind your music makes,
the truth your lying takes,
the love your hating fakes,
the silence your being breaks.

The final form of you/your you,
the lasting scar of what you do,
the riddled brain of what I knew,
the final form of I me too.

The ending bit of being first,
the starting point of loving worse,
the hopeless hope of knowing now,
the knowing that I disavow.

The final love of making music!
Let love in/let love abuse it!

The starting end of/the mind your music makes.

The love your loving fakes.