I'm drawin' your name to this paper,
As I drown my heart into this letter,
Thirty nine days ago in a fame night,
Woven with words uttered with no light,
Yes in lines that made your offer a fold,
Being the mistake, to take the blame a little bold.

From that night to tonight,
I stretch a niche, to tell you of my fate,
How much I adore, I know not of,
A feign to love, I lost all tactics thereof,
I mean to break a heart, I desired late,
Of love I haven't died, but am a decayed trust,
How lucky to be the one, broken cause of just,
Though this words will never find you to feel me,
I hope you know, I am thinking of you as a lessee.