• Love is a gentle suicide of the soul
    Mending and breaking
    Eating away over time

    Losses piling up
    All of it weighing heavily on you
    Trying to find the right one
    Only making it worse

    Chains binding you tighter
    With the teasing lust of another
    Struggling to get free

    You aren't able to piece your soul
    Back together
    Holding the shattered pieces in your hands

    Thinking of giving up love
    So you won't suffer anymore
    Hoping all will be right