"My Own"
My own savage to hold, you're more of me than I
My own existence would be gone were you to subside
In that moment, I would lose myself, lose the reason to live
You could not do such a thing to me, for it is not your soul to give
My own gypsy to mold, you'll never command me so
For it is only I who will decide how my life unfolds
This gentleman from across the Moor could never take your place
His tender touch can never make me forget your own embrace
My own Heathcliff, I'm cold, and there's not much time left now
Hold me near, while I'm still here; come, do not be too proud
I've made mistakes, my heart did break, and I wish all could be undone
But I love you now, like I loved you then; you'll always be the one... you've always been the one... you are my only one