It's not me;
It was an agony of longing,
That wasn't charming.
It's not me;
It was hand of mine;
That was missing your line.
It’s not me;
It was the fate,
That was against the date.
It's not me;
It was the transition of time,
That didn’t rhyme.
It's not me;
It was the suffering,
That I decided to bring.
It's not me;
It was the spirit.
That struggled to greet.