Everybody wants something from me, but nobody wants something with me.
My love, my love... Can't you see? I have done all this for you! If I was greater than you, I would have done it for me since a long time ago.
I lay there with a half-open wound on my head, bleeding while you said that it will pass as soon as it runs empty.
How can this be called life if we are just meant for the afterlife?