I realize that I'm only human.
Within these skies,
they choose what they give you. [bad word] with me.
There you’ll see
you don't love me.
Here in the breeze,
I embrace you in visions.
So full of grace,
you renounce you indecision.
All of me I would give to thee,
but you don’t love me.
Black forest, silver tree,
there you smile,
and you deliver within
the words that break me down so low.
I’m waiting there. I watch alone.
[Ocean? Emotion?]
I fail to see;
imagination, your love for me. [bad word]  chase relief
from eternal grief.
So you see [bad word] as no surprise to me
that you don’t love, you don’t love me.
You don’t love, you don’t love me.