worship, before the one you love,
as her voice comes down, from above.
she has never really spoken to you,
and still you know your love is true.
her looks, her acts, her voice, her words,
life you higher, than any birds.
yet she has a boyfriend, the jock little prick,
how can he worship with a skull so thick?
you call her, for her 'hello',
and light breath as you burn below.
and still, how can, she not see,
the love that burns inside of me?