If your heart dies on me,
What use would this beautiful scenery be?
I scheme, plot and plan,
Yet,the hurt that pulsates in you,
Is my undoing too,
For this house you find yourself in,
Isn’t how I had thought it would be,
For a long time I have been scared for me,
You, are a recent worry,
A nagging one,
I chew my nails and bite the inside of my cheek,
Wondering, how callously I sold you this dream,
Well, hollow is our new address,
I live here,
You do, too.