Without courtesies please, we both know what we keep inside.
You can always run away and come to me, I promised once that it would always be for you, I have broken so many promises, but it is still standing, and each night comes, I asked me, "why".
So let's leave the courtesy and take refuge in me.
Use it as you wish. Only for this night, and possibly the next nights.
I will be your inert puppet, missing of emotions, with the button on or off.
You choose how to use me, you decide whether to turn me on or off.
Until the sun rises, and I recover my vigor, until the sunlight returns and I transform the wound again, materializing into in a lifeless puppet.
