Part 2 - as the space grows

Broken beautiful doll parts so precious in his eyes,
I want to see you burn I want to see you die
even though I know I'm supposed to love you in Christ
(it grows harder everyday with his dignity now dead
no matter what I hear him say I know the love is broken)
the heart so dear to him you've pushed it all away
as you mastered the art of calling him to stay but pushing him away.
I feel pity in my heart with sorrow my mind I can not watch you deal with him this way,
I can't watch you tear him all away with no way to go but fall on his face
the time is past so you go to him even with his heart open
with his heart begging and bleeding saying here I am without you.
(I have nothing more to say, I have no more words to give)