While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. And now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. Drawing hearts in the byline. Always taking up too much space or time. You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I - I break free and leave us in ruin. Took this dagger in me and removes it. Gain the weight of you then lose it, believe me I could do it.