I wish our roles could be recast
then you would be the one hanging on my lips;
charmed by my eloquence.

I would have a higher consideration for it
that simply a childish infatuation.
I would embosom it, treasure it,
cherish it until my last breath.

The moment that I first laid eyes on you, I can't remember
but every second since then your tune plays incessantly in my head.

My heart bleeds when I think of your face
and I realise that it's because I know that I would've held it so gently in my hands.

Your story I'm not acquainted with.
How burdensome the impedimenta of your every day, I don't know.
Nevertheless, with every ounce of my might I want to help.

What should I have done to catch your eye?
Who should I have been to win your heart?