You have me not, and yet you feel me still
An illusion of the mind, a false creation
Soon you'd assume that I'm the cause of your sorrow
Apart from the fact that I have given you hope
Nature would seem dead whilst your dream shattered
As I make you feel sick, and break your heart
When I cause your companion to leave you aside
You'd put the blame on me like everyone else does
Perhaps in that moment whilst evoking sympathy
Your anguished mind would come to it senses
Acknowledging that nobody is to blame
For you have put a nail, in your own coffin...