Hello, I'm noir
Nero must've left the door open
And he's not here right now,
Well, why don't I show you what happens
when I'm allowed to take his paper and write things down
It's simple, when he's sad WHO DOES HE TURN TO?!
but anyway, you may be wondering what the hell is on his mind?
I'll tell you, rejection.
He's been through it so much he's almost learned to expect it.
From the most beautiful of models to the ugliest of wenches.
Most people can take a loss quietly but then he can't find what's left of his confidence. 
He gave up trying for awhile to try to figure himself out, stay away from all that dating stuff because his heart had been through a rout.

But after he found it again it was dashed just that quickly, like a flickering flame
And thus he took all of it to heart, he felt it was on himself placed was the blame


"Noir? Why are you writing again?"
"I was telling the people why you won't even find it in yourself to get tinder to attempt to get a girlfriend?!"
"I TRIED THAT ONCE AND I LOST FAITH IN IT FASTER THAN A BITTER ATHEIST!"
"GOD YOU'RE INCESSANTLY STUBBORN! WHY CAN'T YOU GIVE YOURSELF ANY TYPE OF CREDIT?!"
"Because, my dear figment, I tried doing that and even then life through a wrench in. "