How much must one sacrifice?

For whom and when?

It seems a good plan for the moment

But only then

Then reality comes slamming back

And you’re against a wall

Trying to rid your mind of evidence

Vomiting in a bathroom stall

Would you- must one- give the very blood

That runs for things as sweet as love?

Can one say, that’s what they’d pay

Just to be rid of one below the one above.

Because that higher may not see it

And may never know the truth at all

That all that took place was

A price paid to be in the place call now where

Lovers fall. YSB