I poured to you my all.
I religuished everything I have.
With this capacity to love beyond mortality.
I can be the greatest of the greatest that I should be.
Yet love is never fair. It was never enough.
For all that I am was ripped because of being too much whipped.
Whipped of all things for love, that pain dripped to my ripple of my time.
Pain is beyond limits, pain broke me to pieces, to bits.
Until all was at the verge, and I am just at the edge of going nowhere.
I grieved for all my loss, I made pass all the hurt.
And after everything that's happened. Boy, you still have my heart.
You still have mine that I was left having none.
