How much more harsh have I got to be?

Why does your heartless soul not see?

I’ve tried my best to get you right,

But as ever you find no love in me



I talked the talk that leads us here,

My mind’s too numb; too cold; unclear,

We have to part that’s what you choose,

But you left me with a haunting fear



How can I not remember thee?

Your wistful smile, my heartfelt glee;

Your twisted locks that ‘twined my heart,

And yet you tore my heart off me



My life is hell, without your smile,

It hurts inside, for the loss is mine,

I want you back, don’t you see the truth?

You’re the one I crave; you’re the one I pine. . . .