I've been a patient boy
How long must I wait for good news to be delivered,
Or will it ever come?
I've been a faithful boy
Still I'm given thorns while others, like airs of prosper
For infidelity
I'm not well but who loves a sane man
When I appear just as composed?
I'm not well but who loves a sane man
Who chooses life before true love
Mostly I, frailty in disguise
A meal of which to dine for jaded lovers
Now and then, I'm exposed by a thread
When you see me, you'll wish you never pulled it