I wrote a song for you,
to be something you could relate to...
I wrote it staying up at night
and bled ink till morning light.

My days went by in those lines,
I fell in love, swooning, in those times
A love consuming me the way,
Candle light is devoured by the day...

Then the bad days came and you went away
without a word, you – who had promised to stay.
My song – half written, with a pen stilled,
a writer’s soul – lacking her will.

Then seasons changed and what would you know
He has come, thank goodness you had to go -
I completed that song, half of two men...
Ah! But you are all the same, so what matter, then?