Cry cry, cry your eyes out.. You'll get no pity out of me.. Try try, to lie your way out.. It will not fool me you'll see.. . You alone have picked the game,.
I sit here by your side and weep you goodbye. I'm singing songs of sorrow for you, true gentle rose of mine. Upon my arm I've tied a ribbon in black. Although I know too well that this will not ever bring you back.