Concerning you I am broken. I try not to be seen. Sometimes I wish I could open your head in bed when you dream. And even if its all my love it could never be enough. Of that Im very well aware. I hate the monster who maimed you. I hate his ugly guts. I built an army to kill him but they dont have enough strut. And even if it were true love it could never be enough. And I know what youre thinking honey. Ive red books about the devil too. And I know that its tempting honey to think its he who directs our shoes. For some things theres no comfort honey. A these days Ive had a lot to lose.