Unknown am I to the world.
A speck in this universe of troubles.
Shall I speak of truth or lies?
Which dost fill thy mind,
Of Hello's and Good byes?
Were it be of that man of Yore?
The man you inscribed to me that you adore?
Perhaps The man of Now?
The one you described as you being so lucky, How!
How! How! You inscribed into my ears,
You're now lucky no other hears.
Your voice has now grown quiet with your man of Now.
So quiet indeed I find you as such an Elder I should bow.
Dost your laughter also fits.
After all those meticulous hits.
From, said lover of now.
And you say he treats you well,
no matter how much I hear you yell,
"Please, please stop."
and your sobs of night dost show,
your skin always so puffed and no longer dost it share that same glow,
From when you were with Man of Yore.
I share your sobs of pain,
sadly, mine are of pity.
You do nothing to help it!
Tell someone dear.
Tell someone before he appears from that business trip.
I tell you this, time and time again.
He cheating on you, you mother hen.
Keeping her stance and waiting for her child to be born.
Then, then what will you do?
Have him born in a place of beatings?
Have him born in a place of hatred?
Unfair is it not to him?
Time and time I say once more,
Find that man, The man of Yore.
Please return to him.
Did I speak of Truth or Lies?
Why would I tell a lie to you?
Please, date I again.
I, That man of Yore.