Thee is too perfect,
So perfect like a temple surrounded by gates
Gates that were once opened for me
That thou has now chosen to shut in front of me
The wind blows
And I\'m still waiting
Shivering without stop,
Midnight and dawn
Yet thee is in there
enjoying thyself with the opposite sex
And luxury at thoust companion
whereas I am sobbing,
Remembering those times of joy
Joy that could\'ve shifted into love
These gates will never open
And I will not be sanctioned within
Because thous\'t\' is too golden,
For me to have.