Unrequited love leaves a bath tub red
of a heart that truly opening bleeds.
Its hard to let go of her perfect image,
and the fact you have no privilege.

A cold room remains on a summer day
Whiskey doesn't blind out your thoughts
as you think of the two of you as you lay.
You're a net of a fisherman that's been caught.

Sacrilegious are your wounded red eyes,
Lost in a cowering position that cries.
Inside, your thumping beat that dies
A crippled broken Eagle can never fly.