I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window
Eyes aimed high, but unfocused sure, you never noticed me
You always wore the same dress; always bore the same
Expression: "It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking?
Let it be " I considered throwing roses--thought I'd maybe
Wave a flag Had to try and force some small connection--
But, there's a snag It's my confession that I watch you in
My tragic isolation In my fear that's the way it's been
For years That's the way it will always be