I am a hypochondriac of love.

Don't feed the beast
That lurks beneath my
Calm exterior.

Do your part,

Just call me.

There is no specialist,
No prescription for

But do your part,

Just call me.

Another day passes and still I am alone.
Perhaps I should pick up the phone?
Just this once...?

Somehow the sweet taste of 'I love you'
Turns to ashes in my mouth.