Derive a sense of pleasure From such a frosty demeanorHow your words chill me to the boneFilled with false promisesAnd oft-dashed hopes I still remain, a sad refrain I wait in clouds overheadI caress the ground with my tearsI wonder why you love to humor meBefore you fleetFor greener grassesAnd sunnier skies You fascinate meAs badly as I'm treatedYou leave me wanting what I can never haveWhat may not brighten the grayish...