My love my dearest love
If you were broken and bruised and I was too
I'd still try pick up my pieces to rescue you
If i was sick and dying your arms would be my source to survive
Your presence would be my home
If I was in pieces and sick till I cant breathe
I'd use you as my comfort and I'd never leave
Because you are my choice of home wherever I'd want to be
If I was dying sick and needed love you see
And if I saw your head was a mess...