pain;
On the uithangbord I see your name.
I have no self esteem;
And don't know what u mean;

When u say ' I love you'.

Where a dream goes and dies;
A simple look in your eyes.
My tears are of anguish and hurt;
u walk all over me- I am dirt;

When u say ' I love you'.

Love is not defined, though I wish it was;
I cry and I cry simply because;
Websters can not help our emotions.
Our ideas on 'love' are two different notions;

When u say ' I love you'.

Is it a misunderstanding of an elaborate lie;
When I walk past you, I simply sigh.
I put my head down and walk to the south;
While u go north, the words still fresh on your mouth;

When u say ' I love you'.

An undefined 'love' that may of may not exist, makes my suffering eternal and forever without any chance of escaping this wretched fate of dark, damp sorrow...