Your beauty makes others jealous of your reflection
But brings nothing to me but sorrow
How I long for you; my personal infection
What cruel fate comes over morrow?
Love is not for the young, but the wise
Silly was I not to see you through
Feeding in my head with your caddish lies
I would have done anything for you.
We were made for each other, you and me
But you drove me into madness
Our love was planned by Destiny
And yet, my heart is consumed in sadness.
You cut Cupid's bow and strings
And shattered apart.. his fragile wings.
