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.