I really shouldn't blame her,
She's doing what is right,
I'm stuck here beneath the dirt,
And she's high up in the sky,
She hears my luring whispers,
She turns away firm,
And I, as though in hell,
Feel shackled and burned,
I should do as she does,
But my heart is too-

Foolish,

I can't turn away,
I run to her everyday,
I dream of her at night,
And even as I'm wide awake,
Her presence haunts me,
Her essence has engulfed me,
But she doesn't think of me the same,
If her and i fail,
I'm sure she'll love again.