if the furniture weathers enough tears it will rust not glow

and what is the worth of a human life condensed to its pulp

recognize a man void of love is no man yet a beast,

why remain at his mercy

why burn your flame at his whims, and not extinguish it at your own

if you cannot see, touch, or smell the love; it is not there 

there is no chamber you must hunt for, love will not engulf you when you unlock it

but another hint or half-hearted promise awaits you,  says just give it time

well your battery is almost out, there's no time left to give

the tea has gone cold and yet some wonder why he lets his finger be pricked;

it's the warmest thing he's felt in years