I always feel a little gloomy. Although I never know why. Maybe it's your beauty. I stay up all night and cry. It's just another story of sour pills. The sourness of the pills causes loss of fate. The bitterness of my heart flows blood forming hills. The love in humanity can wait. Love is like chocolate. It can be sweat, then it can be bitter. The bitterness of this love ends tonight. My heart has turned into a transmitter. Since you been gone, the memories faded. Because of you, my love has been envaded. You use to be my drug. But now, your my rehab facility. The love we shared, was useless without your hugs. Maybe its not you, maybe its my sensibility. But baby, it could just be the power of love. The love comes from above. Or maybe it was bitter love, along with dead memories. -ronald