Promises broken
And life is your fame
I hear your name spoken
And share in its shame.

Tell me now what I am
What i do without you mam
Is it [bad word] could it be
that desperation sleeps beside m 

When we two parted
In silence and tears
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warnïng
Of what I feel now.