AlasAlas, I am so worried about what will become of us. We do not fit, as we are made of some very different stuff. We cannot deal with reality as men are wont to do. Instead we try to live in dreams, which, alas, we cannot do.Alas
Alas, my love, we seem to be trapped in our circumstances. Despite our fight, we cannot win, Condemned to mediocrity, caged like tigers in a zoo, Someday we will escape this life of things we’re forced to do.
Alas, we are so burdened, and though I can cope with mine, I cannot bear to see you with this agony in your eyes. Perhaps we met too young
