I should gather all my guts together
to take over you or let you go
Late at night, alone, what do you dream of,
while the life around us is a flow?

Days, weeks, months pass by, but my affection,
all my wishes have remained unchanged
You have never cared for me, will you ever?
My young nature is worn out, not enraged

I laugh at myself: a try -- a failure
What is good for you and worth your precious time?
Counting all the scars my heart now bears,
I will write another truthful rhyme

How many time and words and songs to waste
to make you take a look in my direction?
I know you are too good to give you up
Oh, love, the epitome of imperfection!