I squandered my love so haphazardly towards the like, Beautiful facades of beauty over personality To that of whom I''ve fallen victem to Such amorous affections eminating, but never beyond the call of lust
And my heart lay broken from deviations of disbelief
and I am beautiful my lovers are still beautiful Even the hearts of those who have foresaken my own Where are they now?
Perhaps envious Probably lonely
Always the hopeless romantic I know they miss me still But they''re not here breathing me I''m here alone, loathing my-self love