She Won't Come Again

She will not come to me again. It's foolish waiting, I know well. A fresh cigarette I will light, And on my fingers it will tell. One chance in hundred, nothing more. Why do I gaze out through the glass? I'll see her, but I'll be confused. It's just a similar coat, alas. But only she once come again. But only she once come again. She will not come to me again. She never promised me that day. She knew it yesterday for sure, And begged forgiveness on her way. And if it's all a lie indeed, I have no right to be upset. With vague abstractions I have filled the novel I Began to get. But only she once come again. But only she once come again. She will not come to me again. She takes good care of herself, So She does everything carefully, And from mistakes she may just go. She will preserve herself, you see, And fear will help her in that case. But I, with no ill intent I, invited her To my own place. But only she once come again. But only she once come again. Of course, it's not the rush hour's blame, Nor the weekday, nor the transport, No. In vain I curse everything now. I just forgot one thing, you know. I didn't let her understand. I didn't let her trust in me. And no knock will sound on my door, And I can lock it. You will see. Today she won't come anymore. Today she won't come anymore. She will not come to me again. Resentment replaces my hope, and what I will say, I don't know. When fate will bring us in its scope. I'll probably pretend that I Believe some silly reason fine. Resentment will fade with the time, Or it will burn out like a sign. But only she once come again. But only she once come again. She will not come to me again. It's foolish waiting, I know well. But my heart doesn't believe it. It yearns, and yet waits. Can you tell?