Stupid, and so am I labeled,
for keeping a love that once failed.

A martyr for taking all the pain,
know fellows, I love it when it rains.

A heart that loves is difficult to understand,
though broken, by love's side it always stands.

For it knows that it is more stupid,
to let go of which it wants to spend the rest of its life with.

Though a character be questionable,
to love, no sin is unforgivable.

And this love might be rejected by the world,
if so, I will accept it even more.