You're the blade and I'm just paper.

You're the blade and I'm just paper.

Before you go, are you aware
Of what a mess you leave behind,
Of memories, of things we share,
Of all concerning heart and mind?
Abandon only if you see
The consequences that will be
Forever haunting you and me
They are one-of-a-kind.

Before you leave, can you foresee
Can you foretell the hurtful state
The harm your farewell causes me
And how you leave me to my fate?
Just once I dreamt to be your bride
It seems to be an endless fight,
Come will the day that I lose sight
Alone, without my mate.