“The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts out bed chamber You make me do too much labour” MusicFeminismEmotionalEmotional PainMusic QuotesMusic Lyrics Author:Paris Paloma