If it meant you would sleep soundly,
I'd gladly have your nightmares.

If you set the razor blade-winged butterflies
free out of your stomache,
the pain will be relieved.

If it meant that you would never cry again,
I'd gladly have your breakdowns.

The bondage will unravel,
the second you gnaw them away
because there is no grief in the land of victory.

Break that mask in two, honey,
you wont be needing it anymore
because everything will be okay, once you let it go.
I promise, even if the sorrow has your heart in knots...

If you fall down, I'll fall down, too.