I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window.
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused. .. . Sure, you never noticed me.
You always wore the same dress; always bore the same
Expression: "It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking?
Let it be. .. " I considered throwing roses–thought I'd maybe
Wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection–
But, there's a snag. It's my confession that I watch you in
My tragic isolation. In my fear. .. That's the way it's been
For years. That's the way it will always be. ..