everyone is the same;
and no one can be blamed.

i feel so boring;
until i met this one girl yearning.

we met and she was so upbeat,
she livened me up; right out my seat.

i married her, comforted her.
i was happy, content, sure.

...until her voice started changing.
she began to talk like the rest, estranging.

i felt her face change day by day,
until i saw her fade away.

i left for a trip this one night,
and met another, glimmering and bright.

my love thickened like never before,
and i told her i would love her, evermore.

but the next morning, her face changed.
her voice altered, and blended and rearranged.

i heard everyone's voice again,
all i felt was agony and pain.

and that was the shortest day i've ever had.
some say it was quite sad.