shall I take each breath and spin it into gold Or will you only notice me when I'm old your eye always catches on the fragile girl who seeks nothing and waits her turn to speak but I was not raised with rubies nor pearls so why is it I who you say is weak? for if I would have known that love would hurt like this I would have never given you my first kiss I would have slammed the door in your face then be left with my own regression all I wanted was your embrace I would have waited my turn to fall into succession For love can only happen when it is mutual and I have been far to brutal In my attempts to catch your eye I have burned myself down to the wire I have been bold in my attempts to lie that the thing I am now left with is desire to hold and kiss you and make you see that it was always you that was dear to me