Expert Rites

[Verse]

I marvel at the wonder of it in our soulless age

Fast flow the tears upon the page

Don't be alarmed, I am her friend

Will I be excused if I presume?

As it's more than disappointment that we share

You share the same sorry life, the families fight

That unhappy blade you both invite

This romantic ideal has a lonely appeal

I once loved someone the way that you do

But I had to let her go

I lived with my regret

Don't despair, my would-be Juliet