I know it's not my fault....
I know that it's nothing I do...
But when I look into my reflection, I see myself with you.

People call it madness well I call it love
You ripped my heart out and kept it to yourself
People call it madness well I call it love
You ripped my heart out and nothing was left

I brought flowers on your doorstep
I wrote poems for your ears
Tried so hard to buy your love
But you preferred to leave

People call it madness well I call it love
You ripped my heart out and kept it to yourself
People call it madness well I call it love
You ripped my heart out and left none of it for me.

What should I do...with you...
I should not be grieving over you
I'm sick of trying...
I'm sick of crying.
So please answer my last request  
Kiss me goodbye, and leave me away .