They didn’t say goodbye to me,
They never saw the pleading in my eyes.
They left… they left…
And left me cradling silence, my dear.

They walked away to distant lands,
And I was left, a soul unmanned.

My love was still so young,
It hadn't bloomed or sung.
It never had its chance to breathe,
To kiss, to laugh, or to believe.

Yet they’re the ones who frown and cry,
Though I’m the one left wondering why.

How lucky are the envious and they slept,
While we, the broken-hearted, wept.
They slept in peace the night they tore us apart,
While my tears baptized my hollow heart.

No matter how the days may stretch or bend,
Their image in my mind won’t end.
They remain, more precious than the precious,
A weight more aching than the relentless.

Love sold me out,
And the cheap ones bought me.