She waits- patiently. 
Holding- time for me. 
Tells me- about herself. 
She writes- everything. 
Up and down for me. 
Keeps it- inside herself. 
As the deception reveals itself. 
My morality. 
A slave to gravity. 
My sanity has turned to agony. 
She hides- me away. 
Can't speak- or convey. 
Secrets- about herself. 
She holds- all the things. 
That keep her- lingering. 
I take her- inside myself. 
My morality. 
A slave to gravity. 
My sanity has turned to agony.