I only exist inside a hole of depression.
There is no light here, so there is no will or feelings to mention.
I am not getting enough sun to make me smile.
Love is invisible; I have no number on speed dial.
No-one to call on, to hold me close,
No partner in life, no hope for my soul,
Only endless nights.
No love in sight, nothing is right,
Keep your polite encouragement and positive words,
I am no longer listening…
I cannot speak to her.
The grand-father clock melts into a puddle of oil.
The plans of adventure continually foiled.
All hope has disappeared, gone with the wind.
I am clock not-working, no key,
No turning, only ever heading down,
Into my self-portrait image;
The tears of a clown.
Some would say it is misfortune;
I would say let’s give it a miss.
Some would say it will get better soon;
I quietly reply, not without her kiss.
This life is a journey into the unknown,
But I already know how my story goes.
If happiness appears, it is immediately gone.
I see a white swan…
The love bug bites me and breaks my arm.
I see a beautiful flower so I reach out to hold it,
The prickles of roses only leave my heart to bleed,
So I quit.
Keep your love, it will never want me.
I will remain the empty being.
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