I sit on a cold park bench The sun is shining The air is warm My loneliness chills me to the bone Thoughts wandering Wondering what my life is for I thought I knew The one day I met her I was sure It was meant for a brown-haired angel The one to whom I offered my heart Who sent it back without a thought She doesn’t know what she has done How far into the darkness she has driven me Maybe she will learn from my words And when I am gone She will shed but a singe tear If she even remembers me