For Crying Out Loud...

I. (ROSE)
You have done more for me than I could hope to repay.
You put me in debt, a kind of debt worth more than anything.
For that, I serve you.

I was in a dark room, you were next door. So was a wall in the way.
You tore down the wall, and lit up my room. No more dark in there.
For that, I kept on going.

You have a dark room though. And you won't show me. Why?
Maybe I could help you see. If you wanted to. I owe you much.
For that, I stay with you.

There's something you keep below the surface. Me too.
I would show you, but I can't. But maybe you can find it yourself.
For that, I need you.

It's been a long night. Has been for the past week. And month.
In fact, ever since you lit up the dark, night has been long.
For that, I can't forget you.

I would lay myself in danger's way if it saved you. I'm expendable.
You are worth more than me, but that's all I really have to give.
For that, I will not leave you.

For showing me I am worth something.
For telling me I am cared for.
For asking the right questions.
For keeping me in line.
For helping me get by.
For saving me from myself.
For not ignoring me like everyone else.

For that, I thank you.

II. (MARIE)
You gave me a chance to see what it's like.
To know what it feels like to be loved. To be cared for.
For that, I loved you.

It was alright for some time,
I felt a warmth in me I never knew.
For that, I loved you.

Our first date was cheap but you didn't mind,
we had fun and you made me forget my troubles.
For that, I loved you.

We spent Halloween together, a festival of candle-lit pumpkins to keep us company.
Everything in life felt alright with you there in my arms.
For that, I loved you.

I made a mistake, not long after then.
You forgave me and gave me another chance.
For that, I loved you.

It was slipping, I could feel you going.
But still you stuck by, hanging even by a thread.
For that, I loved you.

You found another, a new interest in life.
Where I began to bore, she sparked intrigue.
For that, I resented myself.

Distance you gained, left me in the dust.
I let you go, and you broke me apart.
For that, I resented myself.

You were gone, but still you were there.
I was hurt, yet I was the one to apologize.
For that, I resented myself.

For growing so attached to another person.
For putting my trust in another.
For showing what was inside.
For apologizing.
For regretting.
For not regretting.
For forgetting.
For remembering.

For that, I resented myself.