I have been to the brook, and I have seen so many things
Tattered clothes of lovers and a pair of promise rings
The trees tell me of a boy from not too long ago
Who waded in the water and disappeared like so
And a girl who admired beauty from afar
Trapped in her confinement, reflecting her lover's star
Is such a fate considered a blessing or a curse?
For every pain I feel, I know that hers is worse
But light is always there to illuminate her soul
That is more than I have, stuck up here in my black hole
I can gaze all I want at the boy who isn't mine
I would even take my heart and put it on the line
But what's the point when he won't even give me a look?
I can't blame him 'cause he's already been to the brook
Tattered clothes of lovers and a pair of promise rings
The trees tell me of a boy from not too long ago
Who waded in the water and disappeared like so
And a girl who admired beauty from afar
Trapped in her confinement, reflecting her lover's star
Is such a fate considered a blessing or a curse?
For every pain I feel, I know that hers is worse
But light is always there to illuminate her soul
That is more than I have, stuck up here in my black hole
I can gaze all I want at the boy who isn't mine
I would even take my heart and put it on the line
But what's the point when he won't even give me a look?
I can't blame him 'cause he's already been to the brook
