The mark you cast on me is a lightless element,
Dare not I to speak of a mark,
I'd be foolish for once having addressed a modality-- a true modality.
I gave it all away, my heart, wrote it all down for you a million times
and all you did was brush off on it and throw off-- that I love you.
And you can say that you love me,
But the wound I lived up makes me what I am, the one you put on me once,
I won't live in the obscurity of love as lightless element...
The words you say-- the words you don't say
And they sink, and they scathe and they anguish and detrive,
Absent mindedly throwing away my dreams--
And I'm not okay.
