The pain of feeling solo every day
When “I’ll be there soon” is all she can say
I got this one coherent thought, “How long am I going to live this way?”
And wonder what does patience pay

All the wishes of good times goes straight to the bin
And all the tries to make it happen goes to the drain
That’s when doubts begin to tell me that dedication is a sin,
When emotional paralysis drops shower down the bearded chin

But I will carry on in silence, wait for a change
And let Cupid shoot the mutual range