An innocent, crybaby he was born
Sometimes life's as sweet as corn
It's hard to walk long path of thorns
Receiving various curses and scorns
Crying on the bed in the morn
Stupid teen experiences lovelorn
Into tiny fragments, the heart had torn
Precious time wasted, souls getting worn
Love is not as mystical as unicorn
Not as obscene and erotic as porn
Suffering hearts grow a pair of horns
Ever since their love had long gone...
