For all your contests yet to be won
The kind you create to gamble with my sanity
For all your actions spoken louder than words
That rip out my pain and convert it to wounds
For all your meaning yet to be discovered
For all the man in you yet to be uncovered
For all your lost that makes up for my whole
For my body belonging to you and my soul
For all of the hate screamed out loud on the rooftops
For all of your embarrassments your lies and deceit
For all of your present, my past, and our future
For all of the heartache
The therapy
The nurture
I turn to you
Through crying eyes and broken bones
Bloody memories
Holes torn in my soul
I turn back to you
And I keep on loving you
Despite all of you
I turn to you
And even though you hardly let me speak
And when I do you tear it out of me
I'm gonna ask just one thing
Before I prepare for what's coming next
Before I wrap my head around the fact I could die
I'm gonna ask you just one question
