Why does she come, when she knows my love is nothing, but hell?
Why does she come, when she knows I have nowhere to dwell?
Why does she come, when she knows I own neither gold nor pearl?
Maybe, it’s love—I guess so,
Or she just likes my eyes’ glow.
I can’t tell,
But I know, in a sec, our love will fade away,
And we’ll become a memory of yesterday.
I don’t want her lips to utter, “Had I known”
Before she realises that she’d always been alone.
You see, everything about me isn’t real,
So I need her to change how she feels.
Tell her, please tell her that I’m a mistake,
And all I can offer to her young love is heartaches.