Discretion was never your strong suit, nor was it mine as I can see on reflection; we both were blind to the damage we caused because this routine is poison – an acidic lifeline of deceit and, if I could, I'd seek some sustenance by other means

But I've been chipping away one little inch at a time

You try fill in what I've done but soon I know you'll be mine

Try as you might to escape, you'll soon be under my spell

Just as I've been under yours for as long as I can tell

I've been chipping away one little inch at a time

You try fill in what I've done but soon I know you'll be mine

Our struggle's silent but great, you know I'll never submit or wane or waver in my effort just to never admit –

Without your sorrow I am nothing

Without your sadness I would fade away (into oblivion)