My insides are spinning,
And lungs are upside down.
No wonder it’s hard to breathe.

My heart is vomiting,
And the blood is turned to lead.
No wonder my limbs feel heavy.

My soul is aching,
Because you ripped my heart Right through.

And tore a hole
Through the solid ground
And so my security Uproots.

And now my tears are falling down
An endless chute.

It’s ironic
That this is how I we met.
You saved me from the same
Yet put me through it worse.

But when it’s fresh,
And the tears are clean,
The feeling is worthy.

And after the tornado hits,
The water is muddied
And you drown.

You drown cold and hard.
Alone in your self-misery.

But it’s not selfish.
It’s because it’s selfless,
And I care for you,
That now I die inside.
Alone and cold.