My heart is torn asunder, and the only way to hide my teeming tears is to wander through the pouring rain.

The only time I'd love to be held prisoner, would be if my cell were in your heart.

These tears are of your making. I'm here, feeling ostracized, while you're living your life. You give me not a whit of attention, and my attempts to placate you, are to no avail. I feel morose and hollow inside, nevertheless, you remain unfazed... I should have let go, many moons ago.

I'm completely imbued with thoughts of you, from your attractive traits to your sublime beauty!

I'm racked with sadness; everywhere I turn, brings the fondest memories of us. The ache of saudade is sweeping over me, and they tell me I should move on with life; I force a grin that is truly a sham and agree with them, while I'm deeply seared with wistful feelings.

For all my afflictions, you're my unique panacea!