The things you say; the things you do
Sometimes I wonder if they're really you

When all's been said and all's been done
I still can't see whether I've lost or won

A smile takes me beyond the sun
Whilst each word pierces me like Cupid's gun

Though love's not made for one but two
I can't help liking the lone silence too

Even your rudeness flatters me
But it tears me apart as well, you see?

Wishing you would
Thinking that you could
Let it break through
To no-one but you
That I
Have fallen

I hate to say that I now count
The seconds in which I approach a ruthless ground.