Lovers are in trouble. And these troubles have no end. They come alone and in couples. And their forms are different. Everyone's all alone in this lonesome town. I just can't see anyone around. Lovers aren't laid down on their confy. cousy beds. No one talks to each other. They're too busy taking meds. And I just don't know what to do without you. I just don't know what the fuck I do. I came from a place where lovers remain lovers. And they love until the end. They love and love each other. They don't follow any trend. They just don't really want. They just don't really care about. Saying "I'm sorry". I'm telling I'm sorry. For not being who you want. Not being who you care. Not being who you love. Oh baby I'm sorry. For being perfect all the time