Of love, this being the foundation
But everything's the other way around
I wrote her over three hundred ten songs
For somebody that truly appreciates my singing
I don't want to be that one
The whole life making a fool of the heart
That the only necessary thing
Or I'll quit singing and my guitar
Because it's been no use to me
But everything stays the same
Even the most skillful reading
I haven't been able to conjugate
For somebody that truly appreciates my singing
But not where to deposit it
Since every container is occupied
For somebody that truly appreciates my singing
Am I the only one that lives badly?