Like leaves falling down
Crumbling listening to Freddy
As he sang the ballad so sadly
Helplessly I succumb and drown

Such are matters of the heart
No one is ever too cunning or smart
For the cause we become foundlings
Victims we are nothing but weaklings

So what is there to deliberate
“You broken my heart” Freddy says
“Bring it home to me” and he prays.
But there’s only heartbreak to calibrate