A tear is rolling down her face.Her eyes full with feelings.Love and sadness.She got a broken heart.She needs a hug.By the person who did this to her.Her mouth tries to smile.But she fails.I want to touch her,Tell her,Everything will be okay.But my fingers just touch the mirror.
I gave you everything.First my happiness.Then my heart.Last my soul.And what did you do?First told meYou would love me.Then you took it back.And I'm still living withoutWhat I gave to you.And wish that one timeIt will come back to me again.
It's hurting.When she's sitting between us,It's like we're strangers.When she's touching your skin,It's like you're in love with her.When she's stroking your hair,It's like she belongs to you.When you talk about her,You're smiling the whole time,Like you can't think of anything else.When she talks about you,It sounds like,You deserve someone better than me.And when I tell you,There's this happy smile on your face.It's hurting so much.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.