Re-Start

 

I began following the hollywood rules

Laden with lies and vicious jewels

I gave myself up to love 

But never got my full wages

 

Should I have expected?

Is it right that when I devote I get neglected?

I found the cure to the fever

It is to drink and fall into a life meaningless

 

I tried this out once again

Never trust love – your fickle friend

But a friend is what it leaves me

I would give up and let anyone have me

 

I beg you just to let me touch

The hand of loathing has me in tight clutch

I would refuse the boy who would never

Tear me so I tear him

 

But now under this yellow moon

Nostalgia beckons and it croons

To make me remember all that love is and does

But I try and try again