I be sitting on my bed

Conjuring up the late nights we had.

Where I did not fight, but all that caused the scratches behind my back were the nails of your hands.

I could not feel the pain because it was worthy of comprehending.

If one could understand how you bend,

They’d know why you always be the one I recommend.

You were like a torturer.

But still, on everything you did, I wouldn’t like to surrender.

I’ll be your director, as you proceed being a great rider.

And let our love remain the navigator.