Should I call it an irony of fate?
Unfortunateness that I’m always late…
Late to speak out, late to express
Leading to tensions, worries and distress…
I can’t stop loving, that’s certainly true
But every time I love, I hurt anew…
They would understand, that is all I hope
Listen to me once and help me cope…
With life’s turbulences, old and new
’cause the chances left are very few…