You tighten the noose around my neck until I'm out of breath.
Yet, I help you tighten it even more.
Yet, I'm grateful for the air that enters my black lungs.
Yet, I always come back to you.
You cut my skin and let it bleed out.
Yet, I apologize for letting it drop on your dry carpet.
Yet, I let you kiss the scars you carved.
Yet, I always come back to you.
As you tighten the noose, I won...