What’s the only thing
You had rather save
Than your own sanity?
What’s the only thing
You’ll solemnly choose
Than your own being?
What’s the only thing,
Like a venom in sight
But sweet in the throat?
What’s the only thing
Like an armour of poise
But only spells danger?
What’s the only thing,
That sees your worth
But shows your worst?
What’s the only thing
That binds you by chains,
That sucks you dry,
That grinds your bones,
That steals your eyes,
That rips your heart,
That hurts your soul,
That twists your morals,
That blurs your outlook,
That creates your monster,
The leaves you thinking;
What’s the only thing
That pride does to you
To earn your love?
