The Woman, The Boy and Me

Once upon a tear A woman loved a boy. The boy, not me I fear, Had grown to be annoyed. The boy had thought her pretty Then did not after feeling the high The woman, feeling self-pity, Agreed, though that was a lie. I, now eliciting hate, Had loved her quite some time. And as I prevaricate I cannot ask her to be mine She still loves the boy you see But I love her ten times more. And he knows her less than me And he seems to have gotten bored. I'd tell her if I had not known She loves the dreadful boy. Though it makes her perfect to the bone To love the thing that made her his toy. He feels a bliss indifference She feels a pain untold. I cry to be beneath them And I cry her tears tenfold. Once upon a tear I loved her, she loved me It is but a dream I fear and there'll never be a "We" Once upon a tear