i see it in the girl who cries alone in the loo,
its in da boy who fights to keep in the tears too,
they fell heart first fast for their crushes,
crushes who then fell their hearts to the sound of crashes.
those to whom february the fourteen,
is not lovely valentine but lonely haloween,
ever since they were jus but teens,
thats how its always been.
when love like stars is everywhere but near.
wandering cain-like soul accursed,
only to be beheld never to be beloved,
the child santa never knew existed,
the woman to whom cupid is blinded,
the man whose love fate is twisted.