In pain, I wailed her name, in tears I apologized,
Played the 'romance' so very well - just as I had devised,
Obsessed over her - more than was wise -
And, I knew her well enough to see through her lies.
Many new faces I hated, many old despised,
Isolated, made a fool of and yet, failed to entice,
Forgot many, forgot any - against she who advised,
But, grew still to know her too well to see through her lies.
Sacrificed everything, anything for her without thinking twice,
Really, I did - yelled at myself, cried and apologized,
And, yet, she's gone, drifted from me, and perhaps it was wise,
For she, I - we both need a better root from where to rise,
I obsessed over her though - more than was wise,
Knew her well enough to see through her lies,
Yelled at her, cried for, and gave up just as fast,
Regretted every horrible things I said, right 'til the last.
[I obsessed over her - more than was wise]
