I've done it again, Fuelled my unhappiness Wasted my pen Writing odes to a love that's not, Lessons learned too soon forgot. Don't you see my little passion Played out in a naïve fashion, Don't you see my stillborn glee Drowned and lost in the ploughing sea Of your friendship promiscuity Don't you see? The insurmountable obstacles I'm as ignorant of them As a child pulling at an angel's hem, So I'm gorgeous, then? Why is it that the objects of my love Are always oblivious to me.
