So sickly sweet
A love all ours
But a pain all yours
From a spite all mine

So the carrots in your bathroom
Through the message on your phone
From that pain in my hands
Fingertips on the mind and knives in the soul

And the stomach lining in your kitchen
Aside the soup that scolds your tongue
You still keep on trying to swallow
Until it finally cools too late

No more can it be changed
But could have been prevented
Not worthy for forgiveness
Please return my deserved cruelty

It rains so heavily indoors
Thunderous droplets and shivering pain
So much suffering now burns my soul
My insides torn for the loss of yours

Still you return
To that carrot stick soup
That causes the pain
And it’s neighbouring lining