Drowning the Sorrows

Drowning the sorrows in perpetual tears,
suffocating all my griefs away.
Holding my shame under the water
of tears that I cry.
The tears that I cry, the tears that I cry,
in each seperate tear, there lies a lie-
a memory leashed on innocence gone,
reminders of all the sins I've done.
In one tear specific,
therein a tragic tale,
of a girl whom I can never stop loving,
though it cost me my soul.
At every right turn, I took the wrong
at every wrong turn, I led on.
Her friends did I curse, her stories dismissed,
and all the whole while,
I thought I was there for her.
What a wrteched lie, O tears of mine,
I wished her friend gone,
and the next day it happened.
I longed to be with her,
and her boyfriend got shattered.
O dreadful curse,
o baneful love,
that it should come to this,
love her as I do,
I'm her worst pain,
I'm her living sin
the eternal shame.
So pity me please,
for all my wrong turns,
I only meant well
and because of this love,
oh love unending,
do I cry and dream and sputter,
at the graves that I've made,
and people wished away.
And now do I unfold my tale,
and drown those very sorrows,
in all the tears I shed,
over a love gone and dead.