Can the turpentine fill your soul the same way that she did?
Take it in long enough,
maybe someday you will stop living and believe it.

Does it hurt you when you think,
that you let the best thing go?
You left everything worth living for
hanging on a rotting wall.

Try not to breathe.
Try not to fall.
Try not to give in.
Try not to let go.

If the turpentine can fill your soul the same way she did.
Maybe you made the right choice all along.
But then, why do you look so defeated?