It´s the same old jig again,
I´m alone and I need love.
I would never beg to a man,
About that I´m too tough.
Still, As I´m sitting on my own,
My loneliness fills the stratosphere.
I always feel so sad and alone-
Wishing for my love to be near
Melancholy fills my mind.
That one sensation of love
Is someone I could never find
I seek out tot he guidance off above –
Still it feels as if- something whispers in:
´What you want is not there.´
I´m probably to ugly to cover up for my sin
Off being a wholehearted girl in despair
I sometimes feel amused,
By those who consider me a second violin
I rather stay alone than to be used.
I rather let them drop their jaw, and feel confident within.
Still, it´s not fair to feel so sad-
About my love to probably not excist
To feel sad- for what I never had.
Isn´t there someone to fullfill – my wish?