I’m hesitating and I feel like hell;
I hate the oscillation from my past.
The time is flying so very fast;
My love has left me and I want to yell.

I’m feeling weak and timid, in despair;
My feeble life has let me down.
Oh, God! My cowardice makes me a clown
And indecision has always been there.

Uncertainty and frailty took him away.
And finally I understood the fall
Which made him not loving me at all:
I was faltering and wavering all day.

And now I’m dilly-dallying with my uncertain time,
I’m fluctuating and I feel so ill;
I know my capricious life won’t fulfill.
So, being frail and fickle is nothing but a crime.