You can try as many times as you’d like to fill that void with as many knock-offs of me that you can hardly find.
Don’t make me your archetype.
Don’t waste our time or insult me that way.
You ignore me then wonder why your life has become inadequate.
Missing me is not enough.
Don’t bother looking at me if you aren’t ready to give everything you’ve earned.
Don’t talk to me now if you aren’t willing to grovel later.
I won’t open or offer spirit or heart to you if you won’t die for it in return.