Every year, every month, every way, every morning, every sunset, of every day, follow the beat, for every second it thumps! And at the end of every minute you get tiny Goosebumps. More and more chills come through every word, and more and more it slices like a sword. But as you fall deeper and deeper, your hill slopes steeper and steeper. For your head is in worry and pain, from throbbing, but wait there is a new pain, and its not stopping. You cry in agony, please help me from this pain, but no ones there and you can't help but strain. So deep, So steep, So long the love you have is much too strong!