When you're looking for love,
It doesn't come.
Being lonely is not a lot of fun.
When you're looking,
You are no fun at all.
When you cry,
You cry alone.
No one cares to stop or intercede.
When you cry,
You know no relief, you just want to die.
So close your eyes,
And look no more.
But I can't see past the tears,
Nor the lies that led to fears.
I worry that I'll always be this way.
And then I stopped listening to my drunken monkey.
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