How sad a thing my feelings are
That make me hang on ev'ry word.
How cruel they are to make me feel
A love that is beyond absurd.

How dare they make me shake and writhe
And hope, and smile, and wish for more!
How do they make me scream and cry
But make me love which I abhor?

How dark is fate to curse my soul,
To make my heart feel glee and woe!
How did fate plant this seed of pain
Which day and day just wants to grow?

How can I end this senseless thing
And bring my heart back from the dead?
How glad I'll feel once it is gone
Once it has left this tortured head!