Lady Who Wore Her Lizards

There is a man who sits still and counts me numbers , He had the nerve to stare me down to put me under , such deep eyes of sincerity indeed , There was no caution for him deliberately making me crazy , i trusted one who i thought was my equal , all i have done is pleaded to not be this fickle, Someone such as this , fed on my heart , how would you know such a enemy , if you fell once again to your own stupidity, one can be in rapture , from one to ten , this unrequited love is something i can no longer bare. i try too hard , i love too deep , no i will not regret anything , i try to hard , i love too deep , no i will not regret anything There was a lady who wore her lizards, there was no excuse for her sybarite actions, Her thoughts so buried , you could feel she forbidden herself to breathe, she had no caution she deliberately made me crazy , i gave her my heart , she drained my veins dry , such a lady wasnt ever my enemy , such love i was shown freely , this rapture i was in , was something i was grateful of knowing , something i thought was equal , but such plans where to neglect me, so she can have her tranquility , was only a platonic love something i can no longer bare. I try to hard, i love too deep , no i will not regret anything i try to hard , i love too deep , no i refuse to regret any of these