She's on the other side But rules I must abide. I am left with no guide And emotions I must Hide. As I glance her way, Fate wants again to play, To bet if she would or wouldn't stay, And how long I would be in array. At this moment, My emotions are torn and bent Like an old worn out tent And that is what I meant. I may not have the chance to speak to you, Because all chances are basically blew, And now I am left with nothing new. Like an old, rotten stew. I am now torn, Like a shirt I had worn And my hear is about to mourn Like a court ready to adjourn.