Crazy love of another man

I suffer
for a woman I did not hear,
I suffer
she was stolen from me by another man,
I suffer
for me, because I lost perception
I suffer
for her, now she hates me
I suffer
for me
I...I...I...I
she...she...she...she...
woman,
friend,
gone...
in bureaucracy.

Should I tell her what is happening to me
now when she's not riding with me ?

Two dozen days,
two broken hearts,
I feel like forgotten guy.

yet I would like to tell her
what is on my mind.
My friend,
will you tell me ?

Can I call you,
to tell you ?
will you call me,
to tell me ?

Will we make the same mistake,
we made in love...
oh god, I hate this game.

It rather pathetic,
she despises me now,
for what I am,
for what I didn't do

We could imagine better...