What a fool I am.
I believed someone like you,
Breathlessly beautiful in everything you do,
Could love a nobody like me.
And in the end,
The melody in your eyes will bring me to tears,
So I will stop looking in them.
I’ll stop searching for your face in every crowd,
Because I don’t want to feel this sickness anymore,
The wound that never completely heals.
It’ll always be just a little bit tender,
And if you come running back,
I’ll be here.