Do not forsake love for it ruins me,
even if your answer is very true,
because being left breaks my life of glee.

Love is like an enchanting hymn to be,
unlike a stroll in a dark forest blue,
do not forsake love for it ruins me.

Dust collects over my photos of thee,
you wanted someone else, something anew,
because being left breaks my life of glee.

Our love was tossed out like old and grey tea,
love became a myth as our hatred grew,
do not forsake love for it ruins me.

Broken down like the men at wounded knee,
black and white like shadows that you drew,
because being left breaks my life of glee.

I shall walk out to the old oaken tree,
only god knows what a rope can really do,
do not forsake love for it ruins me,
because being left breaks my life of glee.