Her clothes were soaked with mildew Ropes burned their way Through her fragile thin wrists I stood over her watching to see If she was going to live or die I remember her screaming And scratching to my arms while I was tying her wrists behind her back She was kicking her legs Up and down in my direction Trying to prevent me from knotting the ropes "Stop crying", I screamed in her face "You took me for granted this time How could you've done this to me?" I said as I punched the ground beside her Until fists were sore and bloody "Honey, this could've all been different If you had wanted it to be" I gently whispered in her ear You don't care what you want anymore This is what I want now Don't offer me anything You will be wasting you breath