Sweetest maiden with greatly impaired breathing, I understand life won’t work in my favor a war I hold against myself. I’ve lied to the world and try to live with myself. Rhymes are drowning me while I hid for the ever waiting exit. Watch the great fall while I weep and subsist yellow tinged silver tears. Combine the mead to make a potion for me to drink since my life is the only thing I can’t control. No yesterday or no tomorrow my weakened heart is not stronger than the ice you stand upon.