• My heart softly weeps,
    This feeling is for keeps,
    What all this reaps
    Just creeps on my lips.

    After how long its been,
    I still hold it within,
    As I see you walk in,
    I think being me is a sin.

    My life rolls like dice
    I live just like mice,
    But being me isn’t always nice
    And my sun does not always would rise.

    However I know this isn’t going to be,
    For reasons quite unknown to me,
    I have already lost the key,
    And there’s no more light to see