I've got an elevope,
with your name on it.
And it's a shame,
I'll never open my eyes.
To what I have,
until it's too late.
Neither will never see the light of day.
Pride prefers it that way.

I've got a name,
knowing it stills sends you up in sparks.
But, that's not my hand.
You slip away,
swearing by greener fields.
You still linger here.
Checking won't make you appear.

We've got our own sins,
my back aches from your lashing.
But so does yours'.
And here we are again,
I won't keep my mouth shut,
the waters you're in are rising.
sink or swim.
both lead to nowhere.