Would you have remained,

had you known;

  Would you have love me

if I was not your own?

I do not believe, though it remains unknown,

but I am yours truly

yet you deny me.

  Had you known I was the seeds

you planted with your bare hands,

you would've still remained,

not belonging to me

because you have plenty opposite of me.

  Was it out of love, DEAR

in which you traded me for an empty soul

to a world without heart?

  Your beating of harsh words

still lingers inside, but

you do not care-- why should you?

  Had I known the damage,

would I've still deafened to the warning signs;

would've love continue to blind me from the evidence

had I known then what I know now!?