In the passing of love it is lust we express, and nevertheless it'll be your breast, that I miss yes; but I digress..never will we be again but it'll be your love that I can't throw up since I digest... digested your lies and deceit, although those words made me weak, still transparent my outlook towards you has always been, seen through you always been; able to see through you to my ship in the open bottle, full throttle; I wish I fell yet again I'm glad I didn't cause I wouldn't have been able to stay hallow, this love lost I would've felt...