I offered so much to you;
I gave away my heart,
I wasted my years,
but I was left with nothing.
All my tears, my sorrows,
the immense pain of just being...
nothing was good enough,
(nothing but my full compliance).
I wait, silently, alone
by the window to steal
a glimpse of who can only be
my heart's desire: you.
How can I feel all this pain?
(in what is supposed to be
the happiest time of my life)
All I can know is trouble, guilt and strife.
I offered so much:
my heart, my life.
My love is unable to be touched
except by the likeness of you.
Why do you have such
firm control over me?
It is like every decision I make
is changed at your very word.
I need some mending;
for my faith, love,
and hope unbending
is torn apart at the feet of you.
