The room is filled with darkness and pain;
On the wall I see your name.
I have no self esteem;
And don't know what you mean;

When you say ' I love you'.

Where a dream goes and dies;
A simple look in your eyes.
My tears are of anguish and hurt;
You walk all over me- I am dirt;

When you say ' I love you'.

Love is not defined, though I wish it was;
I cry and I cry simply because;
Websters can not help our emotions.
Our ideas on 'love' are two different notions;

When you say ' I love you'.

Is it a misunderstanding or an elaborate lie;
When I walk past you, I simply sigh.
I put my head down and walk to the south;
While you go north, the words still fresh on your mouth;

When you say ' I love you'.

An undefined 'love' that may or may not exist, makes my suffering eternal and forever without any chance of escaping this wretched fate of dark, damp sorrow...