The reason why I always forget, Why my life would always reset To some kind of euphoric state; In a phase of unflawed perfection
Your voice: it's some pleasing sound And to this, I am happily bound 'Tis the drug that I truly love most 'Tis the crime—this crime is why I live
My thoughts would always stop with you But one thing I regrettably knew: Your thoughts you have, when about me— Opposite from mine: in that exact direction
Yet my love: so overly ignited— In addition, obviously unrequited Yet let this be known: that I won't give up That my all in all: I will to give
With a "I" because I'm pretty sure there will be more to come.