קלײַב אַלץ אױס

You call me your world, yet disappear into worlds of which I am not part of. You want me to build your shrine and worship you like God. But then you leave me alone with my evil thoughts. I know that's not how God works. Maybe you want to be my world while I remain just a part of yours. God of mine, who is seldom divine. That's not how love works.