Breathe.
Is that condensation or is it smoke?
Have I got a dagger beneath this cloak?

Breathe.
What sweet scent is that upon my breath?
If you loved me through life, could you love me in death?

Cough. Breathe.
Do you know why I sometimes disappear?
Do you know why I tremble when there’s sirens near?

Breathe.
Am I really the man that I claim to be?
If not, could you find a way to still love me?