When my eyes are closed and hear twing
I get excited with joy the sound has bring,
My thoughts whispering it's you, I feel bling
But then it turns out it was just another ring.

It's not painful, though, just dread.
Like sipping sugar water with brown bread.
I wonder if I'll forget you when I'm dead,
The idea of you keeps me warm in my head.

I have fallen victim to your elusive smile.
Still enchanted, though you're far than a mile.
Once more, I was a fool to think we had time.
Now I lie awake, thinking how you're not mine.