Are you master of these years?
And I been thinking what’s like when you’ve been treated wrong.
It’s never seems to grow; is everything as you want of me?
If I could blame you, and if I could choose:
I would lay down beside you, and you’d my muse.
And if I could be anything,
I would be staring back at you my darling.
Help me to realize what it must be like.
Break me and realize, what I have left inside.