You make my day, every single day
You're the love of my life, the air that I breathe
Am I just fearful, of being alone?
You're the object of my sympathy
The taker of my pittance
Is it just my deeds, that need cleansing?
I love the labour that I do
It makes me famous, gives me meaning
Is it just a surrogate, for another broken dream?
It's a painful life
For every moment of happiness,
Is an eternity of sorrow
Isn't it a barter, for the sweetness that is death?
