At 24,
There are no knocks at my door
But still I stay
Afraid to go...

Cupid is coming soon,
This I know.

At 22,
I broke my own heart
Ended an affair
That was never meant to start.

Cupid please,
I hate this part.

Age is steadily approaching
my heart is steadily closing
Desire is a hourglass
And my true love is very last.