Was it fate, which drew us close
Tangled our souls in embrace?
Was it you who called my name,
Or I who found your face?

You spoiled me in likes that I can't disguise,
You ruined me in ways that I can't describe.
Is it fate that now you will leave,
And I will scatter, break and batter -
Lay interspersed
in the deltas of lapsed love.