Would you mind if I tell
That this is so cruel?
For I have fell
To the pits of hell.
I want to stab myself with a knife;
This is such a hellish life.
I am not a wife
I don't even have a wife,
But I repeat
This is really rife.
I don't want to pose
Neither suppose
But this is how it goes:
Love grows,
And it flows
From my toes to my foes.
He's a foe,
But then again
Love grows,
And it flows,
And so,
This is such a cruel life.
