I love you, she said
But meant it not.
I love you, he said
But his love was rot

What's wrong with me
I cried to air
Or is it them
Pain I can't bear

You did it wrong
Again, she said
You're always wrong
Go on to bed

Dark is my friend
It hides the tears
But must be quiet
They have ears.

The child is grown
Pain should be gone
But it never healed
This is my song.