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
Love-sickness,

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.