La la, Goodbye.

An unstructured ramble during a weak moment of nostalgia and melancholy.

I once wrote a song about the last man who made me cry.

Verses of tears.

Drought in my eyes.

All I have left are my fears.

I once wrote a song about the last man who made me cry.

It was you, it was you, it was you. (it went)

I love you.

La la, Goodbye.