you think you can insult me with your charm you think you can insult me with your beauty you think you can insult me with that mind of yours and if you speak and even if you are so sentimental
your sighs still ring heavily in my broken showers why am I so deadened beaten down by my own definition of what you are
you creep to those trees in my land growing along side me watching the season come and go with me
that is what you render to resort to
should you dry yourself off in the cloak of shame and timid everyday
just bring an end to me and this bring and end or atleast say something actually maybe silence should be kind