What would a lonely boy,
Know of love?
When has a sore loser,
Ever known victory?
Love songs don't matter,
They dont make sense to me,
The words are meaningless,
When I have got nobody.
The magic of romance,
Is dying and I am empty,
I was once hopeful and alive,
Now I am a machine.
Feelings all dead in me,
I know nothing of love,
Winning was all that mattered,
How selfish of me.
