He was yearning for her,
She was yawning ‘good bye’,
He just hoped to be paid attention,
He just hoped her words were misheard,
But he smiled to conceal his intention.

He was longing for her,
It was morning again,
He was standing in humble awaiting,
And his feelings were fatally hurt,
But he kept all his lonely dating.

He was dying to see
Her, it wasn’t a sin,
One last time and he’d be more than happy,
She was living to seem
Inaccessible, still,
And he went like a fragment of scrapping.