your rejection,
was worse than hers
hers left me cold
but i know of her past
and it is hard for her to hold

it could have been me
i could have been average
i could have done what he is doing
buy each other romantic things
give her a nice new ring

i miss a pretty thing
how big is my affection
how long is a piece of string?
speaking slowly now, turns a knife
i hope it is going to be alright

don’t forget me
seen a smile,
upon a city hill
waving at me
affection can be real

they do not really care about me
i was foolish to think they did
they do not really care about me
they think i am immature

i know i am going mad
individually, things do not add up
but together,
they are a lot to contend with

the critic,
is badly disguised
has no stance,
but waxes lyrical
their words a merry dance

i have dreamt for a decade
i have been in the strangest dream
with some of the strangest beings
i have got folk song predictability

the butt of our jokes
the butt of a gun
as we go up in smoke
and they are not having fun
talent invites the scared

sometimes you turn away,
they say they’re not stealing
but they are taking our sanity
they say they are all feeling
but you know that is not a reality