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

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

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

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

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

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

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