Lost in the haze of the promises he made
She’s suppressing the guilt of a lover betrayed

Forsaken practicality and unheard pleas
She’s always caught up in quixotic fantasies

Teetering on the edge of absolute sanity
She’s lost support and forgotten rationality

Her hearts’ blindfolded and her thinking unwise
Yet, no one can ever understand why she cries

She begs for infinite patience and for time
Just because a hope for love is her only crime.