Perforated I hope you don’t think this is slanderous, But you are cantankerous, Yet you look so glamorous, I only wish my charms, Were not calamitous. We’re all partial to delinquency, Dosed with a poisonous remedy, To pretend that life isn’t lonely, I only wish my dreams, Were not a mystery. I know this confession is belated, With my chances devastated, But I am infatuated, My heart has been, perforated. It’s rare to discuss the perception of time, When you’ve reached the end of the line, An arduous admission to which I’m resigned, I only wish that, We had more wine. So many people are deluded or fake, Only concerned by the money they make, But I know that’s not our fate, I always destined, To fall for a snake. I know this confession is belated, With my chances devastated, I’m so infatuated, My heart has been, perforated. Forgive me for speaking with candour, Love isn’t something you can implore, Tragedy you can begin to adore, What’s the point, I’m not really sure.