Ain't at all a sad person
I only thirst for romantic passion
It's the only thing if I find
I would have found a peace of mind
I'm not totally a creepy lad
I'm not actually any creepy, sad
I just know when not to hide
The burning thoughts inside
When to just not think
But let bleed my thoughts in ink
I'm not entirely a loser
Neither I'm I a ******
I just believe in the tastes of wine
And I won, she was once mine
I'm not totally a pagan
Don't judge me lest you know how't all began
So for the wrongs I am,otherwise ain't sorry
How can I be sorry for who I am,for abiding by my story?