Drinkin’ a bottle of wine,

tryin’ again to get you mine,

right now i’m isolated,

please don’t leave me behind,

trying to reach out screaming,

but i’m decieved,

fightin’ against Cupid arrows,

crowlin’ in the floor,

cryin’ outloud for a mistic soul.

I know i will walk alone,

no one to hold my hand,

meanwhile tears are falling down,

easily writtin a stupid not love song

hating all the lovers around.

Easily thwroin words

trying to get a cure

of my wounded-warm heart.

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