Terrible
Festivities
Bars filled to the brim
A horrid
Raucous cry
Could be heard from within
So please stop
Looking at me
I'm pulling out my hair
So please stop
Looking at me
Didn't your mother teach you not to stare
A hint
A song
Give me a sign
That maybe
Someday
Love can be mine
A story
You tell
To show me the way
But maybe
This storys
Not meant for today
So please stop
Looking at me
I'm pulling out my hair
Please