She is crying, she is sobbing
Hurt by love
She pity herself
Harmed by care
Disarmed by control
She grows bitter
Angry and cold
For love is brother to pain
For love is fire to one
Love drives another insane
She wants her love
But he is avoiding
Perhaps hiding
Behind her unforgiving heart
She tells her secret to man pushing a hand cart
A bird took it and went off
Now she feels hated
Not real
Adopted pain
In a dream
All in her dream
Now she awakes
A knife in her hand
Blood on the fan
A mourning dove
Why do we hurt the ones we love