If the scars on my face didn't speak truth,
Could you not consider them lies?

If it is my sight you take,
Would you not see for me?

If you force me into submission,
Would you not you be my maestro?

If I become dirty,
Would you not purify me?

If poison fell upon my lips,
Could you not leave me to die?

If upon my fingertips razorblades lie,
Could you not leave me defenceless?

If my heart shows wear,
Could you not blame me?

If my skin was red and inflamed,
Would you soothe my wounds?

If the weather inside was frigid,
Would you not warm my psyche?

If in my eyes you see despair,
Could you not leave me in my misery?

If I let myself perish,
Could you not plan my funeral?

If left your pride or my life,
Would you not choose your love?