Take another look
At my fallen hearted history.
Read it like a book
Really there is no mystery.
But you would never care,
You can't just let me be.
It's too much for you to bare,
Too much for you to see.
As I am burning in the fire,
As I realize I am wrong,
You are the liar
In this same old song.
Singing of the blackend dove
In this frightful game they call love.
