Oakley

How my voice is raised, I have no need of you, curse the way uou stray, i hate to be alone, locked in my own curfew, by someone i hardly knew, you are some angel, with your sculptured news, seeking to calm my rage, they pity me at home, promenade ribbons strewn, all you say you'll loan, before you came, nothing else seemed true, Boy what you have created, when you start to 'phone, everything turns goo goo, more than all I know, now you've gone away, I can't shake these Blues, am shrunken day to day, but i'm not finished Dude.