Loving too much is not loving enough.

This aimless love we're trying to repair
In romantic notions you know it's unfair
Thy love that came across as an outlaw
Invented a criminal of my happiness

Frightened of the things you might done to yourself
If I leave without your consent
I decided to exercise the policy of taking out these personal sentiments

As a person who had been in prisoned of pain
and jailed repeatedly by fear sorrow and thy jealousy
I realized that I suffered enough
Your desire to keep me
Produced few marks of violence

Everything taint in my heart
that when I chose you
I let myself be murdered by suffocation
that when I pick you up
I buried my soul under ground.