It depends on how you look at it, she said.
With her eyes wide open and her mind in the wind.
It looks good from where I'm standing, she said.
Then she blindly turned around and died.

Don't you give up on love, she repeated in a whisper.
To herself, to me, to everyone who already had.
Don't you ever give up on people, don't you ever...
But she was a ghost with no voice.

She was never worth listening to, I said.
With my eyes closed, trying to hold back a tear.
Trying to shut her mouth, trying not to hear.
Unable to let her die, I briskly turned around.

I won't give up on love, I screamed repeatedly.
But I have to give up on you, wish I already had.
People will not go before their time, they will never.
But you've had yours, you've only done me bad.

You know I will rise from the dead, the phoenix said.
Because that's what I am, that is what you made me.
And I know that I'll let her, because that's who I am.
Against my will, I can't let her die, I need her to be.