Shasta the skunk

The beautiful girl I have known since I was two,
made a speech and now there's nothing I can do.
Drove away 의해 a simple word,
flew away like a stream-lined bird.
A tear blown away with every gush of wind,
the script was wrote and then it was binned.
Ever word counted as horror,
sitting under a 나무, 트리 clenching onto my sorrow.
Every type of contact opened up a mystery door,
now it is a shame because it won't happen anymore.
I wish for 당신 if I wasn't cruel,
I'd hope you'd wish for me to.
There is no 질문 relevant to why 당신 left me,
there is only the answer which is obvious 당신 see.
I covered my heart...