I think of you whenever things in my life get harder; as a
black-point of mine,
Is this ever changeable?

I think of you as an injured animal, injuring anything
around her without any notice, because of her pain,
Is this ever changeable?

I think of you as a weak, helpless, depended person,
Is this ever changeable?

I think of you as a weak, stupid love-fool, can't take care
of herself,
Is this ever changeable?

I think of you as my trigger to becoming-machine-like
defense-mechanism,
Is this ever changeable?

I think of you as a child feeling helpless for not getting
what she wants,
Is this ever changeable?

I pity you,
Is this ever changeable?

I no longer sexually crave you; I feel filth in me,
Is this ever changeable?

I want to get back to you, just to see if this is ever
changeable,
Though I know it is NEVER changeable