I thought never aging would be a blessing,
But it's a curse under cover
The fact is time means nothing to me now.
I can't look for you, or seek you out
You might as well be dead to me now
In you grave with a headstone saying:
"here lies a man who waited for his beloved"
For you will always be aging, and I am immortal
It is a horrible truth and it breaks my heart, more than it breaks yours
For I am stuck with the terrible truth of my mistake
For the rest of my eternity