I make my eyes water
And my sight blurs
There’s no one to blame
And that’s what makes it worse

You offer a solution
And I will complain
My mourning has turned
Into worship of my pain

I pile on the agony
Stack every inch of sadness
I build my tower of lament

I rub the salt properly
Deep into the wound
And I will love heart
Very, very soon

The hurt cuts deeper
And I start to fall
You ask me how to come
But there’s no reason at all