We are the victims of speculations
They bind us in pairs
Though some seem to attract
They don’t care if others repel
They marry us to our secretaries
They marry us to our bosses
They marry us to our co-workers
Their speculations are based on their mind
They don’t mind if our hearts are untied
They don’t even know our minds
They don’t feel our feelings
They don’t know, who, our hearts, beat for.