I'm sick of writing songs about girls that I don't know,
And don't know why they don't know me.
This time last year I was happy,
Ready to have my heart broken, she agreed.

Before that day,
Two months after May,
I believed that love was a lie.
But the pain that I felt,
And fresh rain that I smelt,
Was a dark romance I felt for was to die.

My imagination serves as an obedient,
Slave to the nights that I gave to loneliness.
A cruel creation is she who haunts and taunts,
Me, though to find a match I do my best.

Now I'm ready again, my heart newly amend,
I'll try my luck out side.
But I'm homebound and gagged, no time do I have.
Will I ever find someone by my side?

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