You are you and I am I,
Each a prisoner of a lie,
All our little lives then spent
In pursuit of what was lent.
Some seek love to heal the rift,
Others claim the loan a gift;
Gift unasked for; gift and snare,
One part joy and three despair.
Knowing we must die alone,
Once I walled my heart in stone;
Then we met and here we lie,
You still you and I still I.