'You'

your lips, the softest things I've felt,
your arms, passing all the shit they've delt.
your eyes, the melting pot of dreams,
your hair, that softly redened gleam.

Why don't you like me, HUH?
why do I love you, HUH?

why do all the things I wish for, die?
why do all the people I love, lie?
why is it that my dreams are crushed?
why is it that my love for you is dust?

Why do all the assholes prevail?
why do all the lovers fail?

charon.Fidelis lit fiend
(listen to The Rollins Band: Lier and you'll get the rhythm
 better)