My Melody

My notes, my notes,

My notes cry out,

I cannot play or entone

Any of them at all.

My prose reported

But it's not a true anymore,

There's nothing to save

That I can watch

My melody

That I can't sing,

My melody,

My melody

That I can put in,

My melody.

I hate your bye, I hate your bye,

I hate your bye and maybe I'll not back,

I would liked, I would liked,

I would liked to be more that one time,

More that one time.

Chapter V: My Universe.