Painting by Edvard Munch
With a single word you crush me. The callous way you throw me away. The hurtful words you choose when it is me you wish to lose? How can I stay? How can I continue on, when you my love wish me gone? I try, oh my love I try, to show you in every way it is you I cannot deny. My soul is in agony. My soul cries. Only you can lift me high. Try, try, try to deny. You work so hard to disprove my cry, yet the simple truth is yours, which your soul cannot pass by. I am yours; I have been since our first hello. I am yours since our last goodbye. I cannot leave you. I cannot deny the very breathe you have breathed into this dying soul. My mind tells me to go, just say to hell with you. My body cries out for your physical love. My soul is empty and in need of you. LIAR, LIAR!!! With each of your cruel accusations, my soul is broken. With each accusation my love is denied. I have tried, I have tried! Yet you tell me I have lied! With a heavy heart and a turbulent soul, I know now I must go, go away from him, whom my very heart doth beat. Oh the pain! Oh the anguish! Oh the senseless loss! I mourn for you. I mourn for me. I mourn for us. Each time you have whispered these cruel nothings, you have crushed me, the very essence of you. Simplicity, simplicity of love, can it all just be that simple? Would you allow it to be so simple, so cut and dry? To you whom my heart beats, to you whom I dare not cheat. Open your eyes look beyond these so called lies; look into my eyes, into the depths of this soul. Look at me! Look at me! Damn you! Damn me! Can you see my love I do not want to go? Away from him, whom I have grown accustom, away to wander, to wander alone. Tell me my darling, tell me to stay! Tell me not to go away! Show me a sign, a sign to know, yes, yes you are mine. Stop the brutal coldness from moving in; stop the harsh words. With a single word… you have crushed me.
