I love all, and love no one; lament the storm and mournful song
Care not for silver neither gold, nor wine and roses to sully my soul.
Romance and chocolates I refuse, can’t bear thought of one too close.
Won’t give myself that’s not me now, What I know I’ll get hurt somehow.
Ahh… say what you like, I know what you think.
For those who have suffered they’ll understand me.
This romance of souls has burned my eyes.
With acid tears and much despise.
Sullen now is who I am.
How much more must I say for you to take my hand?