In the manner of speaking
There is nothing like it seemed
You wouldn’t stay when I need
For time was something borrowed
In the manner of speaking
There is no one to understand
My affection you can’t withstand
For ardor was something borrowed
In the manner of speaking
There is no desire that fulfilled
Yet my feelings beyond unwilled
For felicity was something borrowed
In the manner of speaking
There is no path for us leads
Besides remembrance that bleeds
For that you was something borrowed
In the manner of speaking
There is nothing as much true
I surrendered my brio to you
For my life was something borrowed