She’s not good for you, I cry;
Or rather my brains do, not I.
These feelings are a facade inside;
And yet my silver tongue, it hides
In the bed of lies it made,
In the bed of lust I crave,
In the bed I lie, amazed,
At how my heart beats, and pushes
Against the wall of constraint, it rushes
Against my own spirit, it crushes;
But she’s no good for you, I say
“Alone” for yet another day.