It does not represent me at all at the highest level. Gravity touches the heart of the people, to tell them what love really is, so I say, to hell with it.
It does not save (you) from sickness of missing somebody. Im watching you die,
and every minute of it, I let go of my heart, piece by piece, as so did you with love, as the blood drains itself.
I did not see that the gravity saves you, and so when I hold you in my arm, in my embrace, still gravity does not woke you up from a deep sleep.
I see theres blood on your lips. Let me die, Love, from the poison in your blood, let me die. or please, let the gravity help me with it, for this one time only.
Or to hell with anything at all.
