Your face reminding me of the place where we both k**ed it
An epitaph signed twice reads, i cannot love this
So it's my bad timing,to complex to recall how it began
With my new secret it disappears with every footstep
Assume some blame for this conviction of my disease
Measures made, a cure delivered in slow degrees
My vision fades, blindness sets a second guess to what I see
An idea is made
Humble me with the words you sing
There's so many exposed to wait
A slow adjust to rise and sing