Oh woe is me and my misery,
Little lonely heart of mine
Please don't cry,
Be still, be still.

In the silence between us,
We are neither alive,
Nor have we passed on,
****** to this purgatory
Of a broken love.

The blue skies are listless,
And little white clouds grayer.
The air is much too colder,
Poor withered leaves breathless.

I find myself with no passion in my work,
Much like your dilapidated beat.
Why must I go on
With no reason hence,
The object of my affection
Willfully, another's blessed.

When we dance
The angles sung
A body electric,
I only wish I could love you
Like he loves you.

Never fated to find out,
I weep in dispair,
As life goes on,
To another waking day.