How will I ever wake up
and face a new day...

She's one of my closest friend
telling me her heart's full of blend...

I guess poetry doesn't suit me much
of my desire to express in words of touch...

Partly I'm kind of an outcast
but I'll tell you,I have a lot of cash...

Melancholy is calling me again,
and tell me that I do just pretend...

Oh, the tune of sadness haunts me day by day
in every single way...

I'am trying to remember
what I felt the last time I wrote...