Sinister envy runs through my veins,
As frozen tears run down their grains.

She wore me out with a passionate rush�
My once strong heart has turned to mush.

Striking my feet like a dog on the prowl,
Hating her face for making me fowl.

She smelt like rain on a moist summer night;
All that was promised was sure to be right.

Not at all, not in this world
As all I can think of is that frigid girl.

I�m so pathetic my mind wants to cry,
I wish I�d never discovered her whispering lie.