Once again she pushes away from me
How many more times will my heart still stand
This rejection of heart and soul laid bare before her
With word's spoken and written running hot to cold
Yet every day I am enchanted still by her eyes that burn away my lies
And a smile sat beautiful and perfect against pale skin
Oh what is to do when faced with such beauty?
When always I know I am but her plaything
And always I know that my poor heart will suffer her cruel changes