When I think of you
destroying yourself this way,
I want to destroy myself as well.
Your heart may give up at any moment
because of what you do;
and though I hesitate to say
how it is that you make me feel,
I know that, destruction-bent,
you will not live if I hold my peace.
I have to save you; at least to try;
for with our hearts in pieces rent,
there would be no you, no I;
we would simply fall and die
so please don't let us be killed.