The rain is cold
so is my heart.
When will I fold?
When will I break apart?
When will I decide,
to love or to hate?
When will I abide,
by the rules? It's too late.
Perhaps I still have time
or do I break my own hourglass?
Isn't love a crime?
It'd be a sin to let it pass.
Is it a worse sin, to embrace it?
There is pleasure in sin, I know.
But love is complicated, I can't take it.
I'm feeling confused, feeling low.
My hands behind my back,
how do I break free?
All this will give me a heart attack!
Oh God, oh why did you have to fall in love with me?
