To my angel right beside me,
Holding my hand,
Why is this different?
Where is your passion?

Where is your longing when you
Rest your head in my shoulder?
Why, my love, does this night
Remind me of empty motions?

To my angel right beside me,
Whose eyes are hazy from fatigue,
I know now, why.
I know now, why your passion has turned dim.

I know why your longing is shortening,
And why the motions don't cease,
Because you know I want more,
But I know you no longer want me.

To my angel right beside me,
Whose halo has faded,
You turn away because with starvation,
You know I'm craving a different body

You know with everything I eat,
Anxiety courses through me,
Like a tidal wave
Exhausting my...