There's me, the queen, who reigns o'er
All you who smirk and sneer and laugh
And there's you, who laughs so full of pain
That I can't help but pity

But oh my, my love
Wouldn't you just weep to see how far you've fallen
When the pitying becomes the pitied

And there comes the day
When your emotions
All asunder
Wash over you
But you mutter only seven small words

And the echo which is absorbed into me
Becomes me
So I will love you all my days
Until nothing is me but your own words
For they are all that is left of me now