Can you really stroke her hair,
and pretend it’s me that’s there?
Or kiss her hardened face,
and dream of my sweet embrace?
Well I wonder if you see,
the precious parts you lost of me.
You can still reach out and touch,
but I assure you, it won’t be much.
For the part you took away,
won’t be missed much anyway,
for it was the part of me,
that we both will never see.
I do not love you because I need you; I need you because I love you.