So here I am at your mercy, heart bare

So what will become my goodnight plea?

Your diamond-laced hair

And everything I threw away that should be

You were a jewel in a pile of dirt

And I can't get on and off like this

Beautiful as your promise glittered without hurt

Can you make sense of how we feel in happiness?

What will it be, my guilty sin?

Will I have to stop myself from loving you, or is it us again?