Always screaming cause I'm suffering so. Life's done never such a terrible blow. The bag I'm in is just a sack o'woe. Misery company and I'm feeling low.
They say. Into your early life romance came. And in this heart of yours burned a flame. A flame that flickered one day. And died away. . Then. With disillusion deep in your eyes.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you touch me. With memories that never die.