The Sentimental Rogue
My life isn't easy,
My wounds never heal.
I may sound queasy,
But behind that is a zeal.
What is this zeal for,
What have I to gain?
Is it something to die for
In a night pouring rain?
Never could I face the truth,
Nor show my emotions.
Yet now I stand on my school roof,
And wish that I had not motioned
Toward my tears,
My sorrow and angst,
Toward all of my fears,
Toward all that I hate.
There is but one thing
That I wish I'd never shown,
And it should come as no surprise
That I hate to be alone.
Only one friend has been there for me,
And she's my opposite,
Yet we were meant to be.
Nobody else
Can take this girl's place,
And nobody can erase
From my memory her face.
My only other friend,
Is not very true.
He's just some girl-crazy nut,
But that probably entertains me
As much as it does you.
So this concludes my story,
My strange tale of rue.
Yet I hope that you don't tell to others
What I have told to you.
My life isn't easy,
My wounds never heal.
I may sound queasy,
But behind that is a zeal.
What is this zeal for,
What have I to gain?
Is it something to die for
In a night pouring rain?
Never could I face the truth,
Nor show my emotions.
Yet now I stand on my school roof,
And wish that I had not motioned
Toward my tears,
My sorrow and angst,
Toward all of my fears,
Toward all that I hate.
There is but one thing
That I wish I'd never shown,
And it should come as no surprise
That I hate to be alone.
Only one friend has been there for me,
And she's my opposite,
Yet we were meant to be.
Nobody else
Can take this girl's place,
And nobody can erase
From my memory her face.
My only other friend,
Is not very true.
He's just some girl-crazy nut,
But that probably entertains me
As much as it does you.
So this concludes my story,
My strange tale of rue.
Yet I hope that you don't tell to others
What I have told to you.