Why with every word I say I coil in torment and shame of my own stupidity,
Why with every moment I’m with her I am reduced to weak, pitiful mumbles.
Why with every glance I take of her my body aches with diseased love and unbearable pain.
Why with ever second I have must I crush my own dreams of ever being with her.
She is a woman as I am a man, yet through these eyes, everything she is and nothing, I am.
Why with every moment I’m with her I am reduced to weak, pitiful mumbles.
Why with every glance I take of her my body aches with diseased love and unbearable pain.
Why with ever second I have must I crush my own dreams of ever being with her.
She is a woman as I am a man, yet through these eyes, everything she is and nothing, I am.