You're a man of sorrow
You're a man of passion
Your love is deep, your love is wide

You're still so into her
It's evident, please don't deny.

Your misinterpretations trouble me
Your sorrow scares me
Your love is thick, your love is strong

Your eyes are still set on her
It's evident, please don't deny

Your arms are still wide open for her return
Your heart craves
Your sorrow grips

What more can I say?
What more can I say?

I'm not demanding anything from you
All I have is some little understanding of you
I'm just a fan of all I know of you
Please don't misinterpret me, Mr. Weary Heart.

I would never want to get in between you and your  ex lover
I only want to be your constant company
I would never let you use me as the calmer of your raging seas
I only want to be your calm water
I would never desire for more than your heart could offer
I only want some of your time
I would never demand for anything way out of line
I only want you a little nearer

I'm sick of all the system and all the life's cycle
All that it gave and could ever give
All that it took and could ever take
Sick of myself, the people and all the whatever
The wind never tell stories
The sun always come and go at its ease
The water never runs dry
What do life has more to offer? None.
Riches, honor, relationships, and oh.. lust.
All may be beneficial
But they are all there
They're all normal
All part of everyone's life.

AS A MATTER OF FACT,





THE FACT DOESN'T MATTER AT ALL.