It’s time I told you the truth,
It’s time I laid my soul bare.
It’s time I advised what I think,
Would happen if you were not there.
I think I’d die slowly,
A malignant malaise would unfold.
I’d die of a broken heart,
My body’d weary, prematurely grow old.
So I beg you my Beauty,
I implore these words you read.
I beg you my Beauty,
Never ever be rid of me.