Take me for lifting,
Take me for sight.
My bed is too heavy,
My love is too light.

I'll earn-wrench the battles,
I'll fake-set the touch.
But I'll down-step the tempo,
While taking too much.

I'll live introspection,
I'll not play the game.
I'll push your defensive,
And for get your name.

I'll force feed regretting.
In claims for my art.
Run, pretty, run now.
Or I'll soon break your heart.