He wanted nothing, but my heart, my love.
To be a part of my goals, my home.

I called you friend, but kept you closer, founded me when you were broken, I took your demons, added them to mine, picked you off the ground, and stopped your bleeding.

As the darkness closed up on our hearts, we're scared for our lives, giving love about a hundred times.

Our stirred up storm, goes like the love you gave, we had to let go our fierce critics of love.

Feeling out of mind, the fine lines of my lies eating me up, the stored up lies carved to our believes, to be fed our hearts.

The love you give, tears you up, seizing the lungs from breathing, clouding our darkness.

Setting fire to my rain, its...