There is a sorry for his suffering
It grips him follows him
Through the streets of London
For without her
He is without god
You have to understand
I'm jealous of everything that moves
With obsession he takes her hand
There is a sorrow to his suffering
Through the streets of London
Detached from the ban*lity of men
Who dwell in lesser ideals
Evoking s sense of her
Forming a diary of hate
You have to understand
I'm jealous of everything that moves
With desire
Encapsulates her
She deceived as much as she loved
But with just her step
He forgives
He wanted her for a lifetime
Left only with his hatred
No longer does He suffer
Residing deep within her
Yet when parted reduced to a nihilist
With obsession
He takes her hand
With desire
Encapsulates her