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. . . .