I have such shame in that
Such shame in me
And reasons to be sworn at
And shame in me
Mine eyes have never been so lost
My babyʼs never been so blue
I canʼt help but cry in vain
For my loverʼs state is my shame
Sorrow, embellished this corrosive state
And shadow is no longer my sense of reputation
For sensed and forlorn
To feed and receive
A cacophony of colourful muses and painted birds
I slip into an unease, so great in magnitude
It supports all tragedy unknown to me
And enacts and reacts
And persists, all night
And pushes more further
And stays wide awake
Incensed Lover, my heart is weak
Beguiled Lover,
I get no pleasure from being untrue
I promise,
I never wanted to find somebody new