The cold hole in my chest is returning.
How do I treat this yearning?
To you I can not be turning.

You told me so.
I can no longer be your doe?
How far must I go?

As far as I walked,
We still talked.
Then my heart you locked.

The present makes me bitter.
I'm thinking of a quitter.
This is useless chitter.

So I still wait,
On your open gate.
This will be my fate.