With love in my hands, I fail to be a man,
I begin to sacrifice my well thought plan,
You aren't coming back, that much I know,
I couldn't hold on, you had to go.

I see you in a paradise alone,
I try in vain to make you come home,
Then appears another man In The frame,
Politely asking you to forget my name.

I couldn't help but feel aggrieved,
At the most grotesque idea ever conceived,
You recount our misery into his ear,
Whilst he wipes away a tear.

But mine still remain, I fear you know,
For all my pain, I can't let go,
I'm going insane, I want to die,
Is that what it takes to make you cry?