Does love have to be a tragedy?
Onward the days go with the
Anticipation of finding a new lover
But a flawed process runs the show
Chasing those who we already know
To be unattainable for some reason
That is no fault of their own
And we beat our breast and cry
Because we cannot have what we want
And love's little melancholia plays on
Until we find another target
Equally unwell suited for success
Lest we fail in our pursuit
For some real fault
We would rather not see
Who are we really kidding in the end?