I think it’s unfair
That you ask this of me
Like it’s something that doesn’t hurt,
Like it’s something I can freely give.

I think it’s cruel
How my heart is imprisoned
Beneath your feet,
Like it don’t deserve to beat.

I think it’s callous
How your hands fit my lungs,
Squeezing them tight,
Like they don’t deserve to breathe.

I think it’s unfair
How you exploit my despair,
How your eyes gladden at my fear,
And how you strip my walls bare.