Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying. Play me a song to set me free. Nobody writes them like they used to. So it may as well be me. Here on my own now after hours. Here on my own now on a bus. Think of it this way. You could either be successful or be us. With our winning smiles and us. With our catchy tunes and us. Now we're photogenic. You know we don't stand a chance. Oh I'll settle down with some old story. About a boy who's just like me. Thought there was love in everything and everyone. You're so naive!. After a while they always get it. They always reach a sorry end. Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly and then. With a winning smile the boy. With naivety succeeds. At the final moment I cried. I always cry at endings. Oh that wasn't what I meant to say at all. From where I'm sitting rain. Washing against the lonely tenement. Has set my mind to wander. Into the windows of my lovers. They never know unless I write. "This is no declaration I just thought I'd let you know goodbye". Said the hero in the story. "It is mightier than swords. I could kill you sure. But I could only make you cry with these words"