Sobs and tears stream your face
As you look down at me in a daze.
'I am sorry.' You say to me.
Isn't it too late for such apology?
The harm is done and I fail this game;
You win the prize as I fall apart,
You get the praises while I endure the taunts.
Doing the things I did just for you,
In a whirlpool of doubts I getter my senses:
Yes, I answer. I am a fool in love with you.
Too bad you never see it through.
My feelings for you run to waste
As I hung myself on a self-made noose:
The weight of sorrow is so hard to bear.
Now that you hug me you realize it.
But who's got the last laugh?