Her clothes were soaked with mildew   Ropes burned their way   Through her fragile thin wrists   I stood over her watching to see      If she was going to live or die   I remember her screaming   And scratching to my arms while   I was tying her wrists behind her back      She was kicking her legs   Up and down in my direction   Trying to prevent me from knotting the ropes   "Stop crying", I screamed in her face      "You took me for granted this time   How could you've done this to me?"   I said as I punched the ground beside her   Until fists were sore and bloody      "Honey, this could've all been different   If you had wanted it to be"   I gently whispered in her ear   You don't care what you want anymore      This is what I want now   Don't offer me anything   You will be wasting you breath