She waits- patiently.   Holding- time for me.    Tells me- about herself.      She writes- everything.    Up and down for me.    Keeps it- inside herself.       As the deception reveals itself.       My morality.    A slave to gravity.    My sanity has turned to agony.       She hides- me away.    Can't speak- or convey.    Secrets- about herself.       She holds- all the things.    That keep her- lingering.    I take her- inside myself.       My morality.    A slave to gravity.    My sanity has turned to agony.