Why, o why?
Must she be
so hard to find?

A woman, depressed,
with scars in her mind.
A woman to **** and to feed,
wanting things I can buy.
A woman, without need
of a meaningful life,
never to be a wife.

Why, o why,
do these women
only want happiness?

I just want someone
who is ugly inside.
I just want someone
to wallow with,
someone with which
to share all of this
beautiful anguish.

Why, o why?
Why do they hide
the pain inside?

Can't they see
that their sighs
are more pretty
than a fake smile?
Can't they feel
the weight of
of the skies?

Why, o why?