We are one..

We are one ...

You don't think her tears make me  cry

You don't think her sadness and her melancholy 

Makes me burn myself deep inside 

You think I relish this moment 

You think agony is persistently absent

You think my world is perfect 

When she's silence 

You think I'm being the antagonist

You think I'm unreasonable 

You think I should be better

When I'm at the apex of extremities 

I run out of remedy's 

To alleviate the stress 

As the situation progresses 

I feel a relentless suffocation 

That detains my breathing 

Because her pain is my pain 

Her headache is my headache 

Her nightmares is my nightmares 

Her world is my world when she's awake.