I'm left by my window
To tell it my secrets
It's more than you'll know
And more I will regret
It hears my voice
And the strings I pluck
To return with no noise
But perhaps better luck
I don't, know, why
I don't, want to, try
It's not, you, It's I
And it's, alright, to cry
I should have known better
It could have been worse
Though I should have been smarter
To have seen the course
Put my best performance for now
Laugh it off then
Try to lie to yourself
And say it's not make pretend
I try, not to, recall
Red rose, transpose, me far
I'm sorry, I'm not up, to par
Prescind, once again, my fault