When the beating sun can't warm my clammy skin. I am losing this **** fight. I see her smirk, she knows what I know. She alone can make me right. And though I reap just what I sow, I never thought my chest could feel so tight. All at once I hear her say, "You can give up, That's okay." I finally look into her eyes, She who brought me to my knees. Suddenly the fight within me dies. I sink beneath her comfort seas.