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.