I will take her sorrows to my grave,

I let her grow into me,

Much more than i let him.

Saw her walk on glass

So she could be saved

Sometimes i feel her bones cracking

Between us,

Like an undeniable pressure

She steps on my chest

And it all happens only

Within my body;

Love does not exist above you,

Love is crawling in the cracked bones,

And her sorrows are pounding,

Instead of my own heartbeat.