Throwing salt

Knocking wood

Fading marks from dog bite wounds

Aimless love

Mindless care

Tides are turning as it gnaws and tears

When the whites of your eyes start to show

I am crying to you begging let me go

There's no shortage to the waves it throws

There's no counting all the doors I'll close

Angry storms

Whipping winds

Pulling inwards when you're stress stricken

All your talks

Strings attached

You brought your children to the verge of collapse

When your ugly bloody teeth let show

I'm crying to you begging you to go home

And when from you I have come to outgrow

Just rеmember it's unconditional