There's something more in that voice of yours. The way you say my name with that tiny, almost unnoticable tremor behind your words; it's pathetic. So pathetic the way my carefully built walls are reduced to nothing but piles of brick under your feet [please don't hurt my heart] leaving me completely open--open for invasion.
It's world war 3 over the control of my breath, my life, my heart and so far you're winning on the offensive,
because you have to know that I love you,
more than myself