I am told that i am loved,So why am i so sad?'My past was bad enough,You'd think that i'd be glad.At times i feel it break,My poor heart withers so,I've tasted riches plenty,Yet still, i'm full of woe.Admirers queue outside here,I care not for them all,Great trinkets are bestowed here,I toss them at the wall.My soul craves love so pure now,Not physicallity,Are you prepared, my soul mate?,To give your heart to me?...