i left you on a windowsill,
a better future, you could sell,
couldn't see it, pray ye tell,
repeating words into my hell.
wished some hope would come along,
materialized into your song:
'stop your drink and become strong',
oblivion was all I saw.
sorry that i never heard,
tested hearts i always feared,
said the things i wished you'd hear,
but love was never quite so near.