• in the hopes of rising endlessly
    falling deep and deeper
    leaving hope in dying lands
    falling into fever.
    but you see me, right through me,
    and though your love is sweet
    i cannot see it in your eyes
    the fate we have, to meet
    for we will never be together
    long as she is there
    and though i want you, oh sincerly,
    life is just unfair.
    i give up.