PAIN

These were simply wasted years, of my life that passed in fears
Fears that my each effort might just end up going in vain
Appalled at your utter decency, frightened, in fact, by my fancy
Driven by a strange urgency, I stood on the verge of going insane
I stood there… suffering, waiting, on the verge of going insane
How could I bear so much pain?

For a long time I somehow waited, hopeful, however, too ill fated
And then, plagued by a strange feeling, I could no longer refrain
And I seeked you in every place, with a vague memory of your face
But you weren’t there, not a trace. Without you I am no more sane
Without the assurance that you are there, I am nothing but insane
How could I bear this constant pain?